Thoughts and Longings

Cast me not away Ye gentle soul, my love Lead me to the beach Where our love began and bloomed Cradle my fragile wrists In your strong and loving grip Call me yours again Bid me to you and I shall yield Few hours to the vow To be yours and only yours I long to see you so I long to hear you coo my name Upon my pillows I lay With tender thoughts of you and me Uncountable wishes My gentle heart I melt into my satin sheets A man for me A bride to be My wishes never end Alas, I hear of your trip back to town My finest dress of lace I wear Fingers groomed Hair tamed A scent unforgettable shall steal your heart away I lean against my window so Knowing my gate shall be your path I wave my hands You smile so bright And then the story continues to roll By Sylvia Chika sylviachika@gmail.com http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/ http://sylviachika.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog Twitter:@sylviaoz