There are times when I grab the nearest thing to me just to feel something close to me. In a narcissistic way, it is comforting. I look out the window and I think about all the people out there...
I dream of you... The brush of your hand; The sound of your voice; That look in your eyes. When you touch me it is like I am in a completely different place. Your words are so soothing and your kisses are like rain on my lips.
I dream of you... A stalwart man before God; A man who loves his family; Someone who is willing to work hard. We are happy because we work for what we have. Your dreams become my dreams and mine become yours. We become one and work toward the same common goal.
I dream of you... Do you see me?
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