Soon
my love awaits
under a starlit sky
staring at the moon
he closes his eyes
to make a wish
and whispers one word... soon
the warm breeze blows
leaves dance on trees
the vow reaches my ears
to know my love
will be home soon
my eyes well with tears
my heart, it sings
my spirit is bright
my body aches with need
back in my arms
he soon will be
that is true happiness, indeed
Copyright © Sandra Lockaby | Year Posted 2009
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