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Wednesday, 15 May 2013

The soul longs for your touch in those long hours of the night It tastes and longs for you kno you are near Come to me darling you tempt me so oh so I am waiting longing and knowing you a near I do not know what you are saying I do not hear your voice You beckon on me tenderly but I still Do not hear your trappings on me Cme back to me once ask so I can hr Can see you near into me I am longing for you And you do not come I feel as though you are speaking But your voice is not heard What can I but go into the fields to find thee And a still you are not there So I travelled through fields of gold Roses and daffodils and still nothing thus Bring me near let me hear you Let me know your sweet kisses And yet I heR none Be unto me good honour as I travelled yet afar And deepen my womb I felt you kicking of humor And glory and passion and love So I wondered could Thisbe true Wherefore is ypurpreeqsence lying telling me these things So itreavelled on highways and streets and your heart lay this And s till further nothing found so I travelled in cities and towns and pubs Talking amongst friends gathering afar with you Hat I would muster And a till yuleft me a poor savage waiting for air S I entered here final destination And there you were telling me what I wanted to hear A lady, in waiting, and ready for a kiss. But why oh why do you tempt me so said I as I travelled yet afar some more You were waiting and longing wondering I thought I thought you had gne away from me I tight it had come to an end But I kept on for hope as I thought you were here I walked and travelled and gasped. Fr air many a tme in uour air I wondered what you would do wo me I wondered how you could love wo dear love I say there wondering these things knowing you we're here And there you were on the wayside asking me as Questioning my motives With a kiss One day I sit on a hill of green all by myself Just lie you And I wondered these things Sad for a bit, I got up and knew the next years would be all good Fr you, for me.

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