Fresh dew drops dance in the morning light,
as I watch the sun caress your sleeping face.
As I lay my head against your chest,
your heart sounds like it’s calling out to me.
Your arm wrapped around my waist,
bringing us together as one soul.
Looking up into your beautiful eyes
I see all the love that you wont admit.
I close my eyes to memorize what I’m seeing
and when I open them I realize it was all just a fantasy.
You are not laying here with me
and you never will.
Natasha j. Shotwell
1043pm
2-1-07
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