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By A Window
By a window she waits
For a glimpse of her love
As her breath paints the glass
He is all she thinks of
To just see his eyes
In the rays of the sun
To love how they sparkle
As she comes slowly undone
To just see his lips
In the clouds passing by
No sweeter a vision
As she begins to cry
To just see his hands
In the torrents of rain
As she is reaching for him
Her hands on the pane
Longing binds her prisoner
As she counts down the day
Until her love is in sight
By a window she'll wait
~THE FLOWING PEN~
9-15-04
~Misted memories of you~
~come to mind on this~
~golden September morn~
For a glimpse of her love
As her breath paints the glass
He is all she thinks of
To just see his eyes
In the rays of the sun
To love how they sparkle
As she comes slowly undone
To just see his lips
In the clouds passing by
No sweeter a vision
As she begins to cry
To just see his hands
In the torrents of rain
As she is reaching for him
Her hands on the pane
Longing binds her prisoner
As she counts down the day
Until her love is in sight
By a window she'll wait
~THE FLOWING PEN~
9-15-04
~Misted memories of you~
~come to mind on this~
~golden September morn~
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By A Window
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