I wait for the day that I can feel your hand clutch mine.
For the day I can smooth down your hair out of love.
Feel your soft cheeks against mine.
Except I have to wait,
Simply because I do not have a partner yet,
Or know if I can ever hold a little child of my imagination like you in my arms.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
I wait for the day that I can feel your hand clutch mine.
For the day I can smooth down your hair out of love.
Feel your soft cheeks against mine.
Except I have to wait,
Simply because I do not have a partner yet,
Or know if I can ever hold a little child of my imagination like you in my arms.
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