how gently i wait
for a kiss upon my cheek
how wildly i hate
that which i seek
my soul does whine;
it cries, it calls
you
my heart's a shrine;
it stands, to find
you
how common our fate;
apart we are--
so we've set a date
on a shooting star
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
how gently i wait
for a kiss upon my cheek
how wildly i hate
that which i seek
my soul does whine;
it cries, it calls
you
my heart's a shrine;
it stands, to find
you
how common our fate;
apart we are--
so we've set a date
on a shooting star
does it make sense to you now?
