His Love I Crave
SOME TIMES I CLOSE MY EYES,
DREAMING OF A LOVE I WILL NEVER KNOW,
A LOVE I WILL NEVER SEE AGAIN.
MAYBE HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE HIM,
HOW MUCH I LONG TO BE WITH HIM.
HE IS LIKE THE AIR THAT I BREATHE...
I CRAVE HIS LOVE, LIKE I CRAVE FRESH WATER TO DRINK..
THAT IS WHAT HIS LOVE DOES TO ME.
IF I CAN ONLY BE WITH HIM IN MY DREAMS,
I NEVER WANT TO AWAKE...
HIS LOVE IS WHAT I CRAVE.
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