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Oct 2010
Happines went away.
In your place i found a way.
I tried to remember your face,
But i couldn't take my mind off your voice.

I'm only 20, Miss Solitude, young and longing for fulfillments.
I know you used to play tricks on naive young men.
But i am different. I am not just a man who runs and plays.
Through misery i have ploughed.

Here in your hotel room together we watch the city breathing.
I put my hands on your breast wondering.
Do you feel my youth running so wildly through my veins?
They say young men are not acquainted with no love nor with pain.

When you held me so tight couldn't you feel my heart beating like crazy?
When you looked deep into my eyes couldn't you see the pride of my manhood?
Take our picture as the night grows darker so lazy
I want to remember us like this if i could

These walls have our night secret
The unspoken passion we shared.
The nights we spent somehow
Listening to the sound of the rain falling down the window.

If this were a dream, i would be dreaming in a vivid dream.
Lights of colours your eyes beam.
Your lips tell me a thousand stories of passion and hopes.
The delightful scent of your hair ties me to you like a rope.

Come back to bed.....
I want more of your love.
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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