Tuesday, August 2, 2011


Lonely without my baby love.
I look in and try to feel her hugs.
Sweet kisses and a perfect face,
she gives to me an exquisite taste.
A love so tender,
thoughtful and dear,

I'm always longing to have her near.
Lingering close,
I long for her touch,
I clutch my pillow,
it's just too much.
Off to dream land,
I hope to wake,

with her next to me,
I wish and pray.
Wishing me a good morning,
is how I love to start my day.
Til then I'll imagine and dream not just a crush,
the love I feel,
is real,
now hush.