6 February 2006.1

i sit here in the cool chilling night
memories of your warmth to tide me over
until that moment when my lips can have you again
and your heart envelopes me in a joyous welcome

with you far away beyond my mortal grasp
i am, nonetheless, bound to you as undeniably
as light accompanies the Sun, and joy a true kiss
pleased as pleased can be that you love me

sweet dreams my love, sweet dreams


Scott Weible
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