How I long for the touch of her hand 

The taste of her lips in an endless kiss 

To hold her close 

These things I long for most 

Always thinking of ways to make her smile 

I wonder does she think the same things 

  Once in a while 

The longing is strong 

As I think she can see 

Oh how I long for the day 

She’ll be with me 

So now I admire, from so far away 



To know she feels the same 

I long for her to say 


  Maybe this is wrong 

To want her so bad 

To long 

But I disagree 

Hopefully one day 

I’ll make her see 

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