Thoughts and Longings
Cast me not away
Ye gentle soul, my love
Lead me to the beach
Where our love began and bloomed
Cradle my fragile wrists
In your strong and loving grip
Call me yours again
Bid me to you and I shall yield
Few hours to the vow
To be yours and only yours
I long to see you so
I long to hear you coo my name
Upon my pillows I lay
With tender thoughts of you and me
Uncountable wishes
My gentle heart
I melt into my satin sheets
A man for me
A bride to be
My wishes never end
Alas, I hear of your trip back to town
My finest dress of lace I wear
Fingers groomed
Hair tamed
A scent unforgettable shall steal your heart away
I lean against my window so
Knowing my gate shall be your path
I wave my hands
You smile so bright
And then the story continues to roll
By Sylvia Chika
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