Yearning for your touch...craving your smile,and longing for your embrace...nothing to do,but sit...wait...and contemplate the day you come back to me...your name etched on my chest,a badge proudly worn...nothing like a woman's scorn...my chest shall forever be in love with you...It bares the scars and pain...and will always remember your name...nothing to do,but sit...wait...and contemplate