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Jun 2020
If Love, had a permanent Address.
She would be residing, in My Heart.
We would wait, for each Evening.
So Our Midnight Romance, could Start.
But now, I'm an unknown Address.
Moving from, Place to Place.
Waiting.......for a Pretty Woman.
To hold My Hands, with Grace.
Until then, I keep Tossing and Turning.
On this lonely, bed of Mine.  
Waiting for an Angel,
to lay Her Hands on Mine.
Some Nights, when U get Lonely.
Your Heart, will break like Mine.
U will long, for the Morning Light.
But the Sun won't, Rise and Shine.

Written by
Savio Fonseca  M/India
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