Sunday, September 11, 2011

For my love, my life, my breath, my heartbeat, my everything ...


The bed is not made, and I don't care. 
It's not the same without you there.
Dishes need done
But that's no fun
Neither is not having you here.

I sigh a  lot as I miss your touch
I wonder if you know I love you this much
Mouth is dry
Tears I cry
The life of a wife of a sailor is such.

My heart beats fast when I think of you
Proud of how easy it is to stay true
Please, kiss my lips
Hold my hips
Hating these feelings that keep me blue

My devotion is strong for you my love
My angel, my light, my gift from above
Hold on tight
Don't lose sight
Of all the things we have ever dreamed of.

Here waiting for you ...

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