In Waiting
It would be so nice to feel the warmth of your lips
Before you come to take me away from here
It hurts to admit, that the problem is
That you’ve left me too soon, my dearest dear
I’m not saying the spiritual world is all fictional
That its only subliminal thoughts and desires
People’s sensual visions appear to reveal
That true love is eternal, and so it inspires
To imagine a world of alternative kind
Where the lovers and friends are together again
What seems fictional, comes from the reality side
It’s a case of creation we can’t understand
But to believe in the things unattainable
Is an innate capacity of the human mind
What seems unreal can be real and available
Depends on how deeply we feel it inside
I know that it sounds complicated, my darling
But it has to be so without you in my day
I won’t miss your call the next time you’ll be calling
One night you will becon, and I won’t delay.
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