I know you cannot believe I am with you,
I can tell by the cold; and distance too.
When you come home don’t you sense me,
Sitting, waiting on the bed for thee?
When you sit down on the edge and sigh,
Can’t you feel the hand that gives you high?
My touch you cannot feel fore you do not believe,
The feeling we wanted; you cannot retrieve.
That one faithful kiss that I wanted to give,
To be forever more as we both shall live.
The eternal warmth of my body to yours,
Things we wanted behind closed doors.
On the eve we always wanted to last,
But time itself isn’t so fast.
Awaiting for the night that you’ll believe,
Knowing you won’t; so I must turn to leave.
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