The Wait Is Called Time

The wait is called time, whoever feels the absence of friends so missed and loved, must hold on every moment that made their worthless lives meaningful and saved the feeling of pride! Hopeless peoples hang on a tread, they shouldn't give up on love and dreams; it's sad to miss out on thee and altough they are fragile: should they hide their smile? The wait is called time, longing for warm nights, for a beautiful star touched by hands that shiver from joy, nit feeling the cold shadows that steal its splendor! Ah, desire gets stronger at midnight when our sweetheart sleeps closer to our heart; let her sleep while the touch of these manly hands won't make her quiver, but make her feel the ecstacy!