Saturday, January 22, 2005

Your Kiss

My heart cries for you,
hours pass and I‘m alone,
recalling how our lips touched,
how each kiss moistened our lips,
now my hands are idle from you.

I am lost during this night's loneliness,
in these surroundings I call my house.
How empty it is,
when we are not together
lost tonight,
alone in
the dark.

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