My Dear



When I close my,
eyes at night.

I wish you were by me,
holding me tight.

I wish you could look,
deep in my eyes.

And tell me that I mean 
the world to you.

And loving me is 
all you want to do.

Because all I want to do 
is to be loved by you.

I wish you could,
whisper in my ear.

And tell me that you,
always want to be near.

Loving you is 
all I have on my mind.

And I will love you,
time after sweet time.

And when I close my,
eyes tonight.

I will dream of you,
holding me tight.

 
| Copyrights © | William Darnell Sr. |
| Year Posted 2007, 2020 |

                         Source - PoetrySoup

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