I awoke this morning without you My first night alone without you Without you the bed Without you my arms With you my heart
Tide of tenderness rising pushes waves of love up over the desolate abandoned beach of my without, whispering a million loving thoughts into every listening shell-- the shore sparkles with the wet kisses of my love's waves.
As you stroll barefoot in the sand, There, on the other side of this one blue sea-- Can you hear my whispers? Can you ******* kiss?
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