Fists clenched in the night
As sleep affords dreams

That tell of a love I have yet to fully taste
Like a promise he never made

I cannot hope to feel his love
Though the depths of me cry out
For his perfect touch

For what's truly mine, I shall not fight
I've learned to never hold on too tight

To the wishing of a thing one does not hold
I dare not be so bold
As to assume this love I feel
Could turn out to be the real deal

So I'll just laugh & play along
And we'll hum & sing a new song

I don't have to know for true
For now, we'll just do what we do

His hand
My hand
His lips
My kiss
All night
He holds
Me close
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