Saturday, August 22, 2009

~~ Insight ~~

When I sleep at night I think of you,
Wondering if you think of me too.
When I’m dreaming I dream of you,
I dream of how good it is to be with you.
I see your eyes, your lips, your cheeks.
Your eyes so beautiful and lips so sweet.
The things I miss when I'm not with you
Is the way we kiss and how we cuddle too.
I hope you see what this poem means,
Remember this is what you mean to me.

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