| I wait each day for a sign With burning desire I wait for your touch I long to hold you close to me Just to show you what I feel How I long to be with you My heart sings out loud But you don't hear it The cry is shallow and low The gentle touch of your hands Your honesty is refreshing A simple nod of recognition Telling me how special I am to you The way your eyes twinkle Your quirky sense of humor Your crooked little smile No wonder my heart tingles it is empty (c) 2001 - Debbie Moore |
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