Till I See Your Face Again
Til I See Your Face Again
When I have to leave you, my heart
pines.
How long will it be ‘til I see your face
again?
How long to hold you, close in my
arms?
How long to kiss you, to feel those
soft lips,
To touch you, to feel your warmth,
how long?
To run my fingers over your face,
gently,
To feel the features that you are,
tenderly,
To hear you sigh and breath so
deeply,
How will I manage to wait patiently?
How?
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