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I'm Listening
Could it be that you are calling
My name escapes from your lips
Could it be your heart you're holding
There in your trembling fingertips
Do you beg the wind now to carry
Words of your love, soft, to my ear
Do you send them in hopes I shall wipe away
The longing, there in your tear
Do you shout your words within fire
Eager to brand your being in my soul
Do you speak them seeking completion
Swearing I am the one that makes you whole
Could it be that you are calling
In hopes to reach the one you are missing
Profess your love, so loud so true
Know that I am listening
~THE FLOWING PEN~
5-20-07
~GRAPHICS FROM BLU GNOME GRAPHICS~
My name escapes from your lips
Could it be your heart you're holding
There in your trembling fingertips
Do you beg the wind now to carry
Words of your love, soft, to my ear
Do you send them in hopes I shall wipe away
The longing, there in your tear
Do you shout your words within fire
Eager to brand your being in my soul
Do you speak them seeking completion
Swearing I am the one that makes you whole
Could it be that you are calling
In hopes to reach the one you are missing
Profess your love, so loud so true
Know that I am listening
~THE FLOWING PEN~
5-20-07
~GRAPHICS FROM BLU GNOME GRAPHICS~
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