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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