My love, my dear, when will your head rest itself in my lap? When will your eyes meet mine across the table? When will your hand cover mine with a lovers touch? When will my lips be graced by your ever-caring, ever-loving touch? Years go by and still we continue on, your life yours, my life mine. One day, they may entwine. For now, i am glad to be able to call you my dear and loved friend.
"I am searching for a street of dreams"
1:48 a.m. - 2007-09-10
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