Meeting
At last, my love, you will be here,
to bring to me your loving cheer;
to be able to feel your warm touch,
to look at the woman I love so much;
see the beauty in your brown eyes,
and know you never tell me any lies;
to place upon your lips, a gentle kiss,
to let you know, i'll love you like this;
as I go to , my heart is fluttering,
so nervous, my voice is stuttering;
hoping these months have been true,
and not just loneliness coming through;
as we meet, may our hearts become one,
as our love survives each setting sun.
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