I don't want to share her,
To share her beauty, her grace, her heart
I only want my hands in hers,
To hold her face, and kiss her lips
To be the place her heart is safe
The last thing I think of,
My dreams, my sleep she fills them both
I wish to hear she feels like me
A couple separated, but together still
A future life, two captive souls
I cannot lie, I want her now
Out lives to be, a perfect world awaiting
I wish to hear this princess call me
To make our love the last we feel
Our last dream, made real
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Author:
chris frank (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In case she does not know what to do next
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Lovely write Chris!
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