Can I touch his face,
And feel his embrace?
It’s been a long, long wait;
Who is my fate?
“Be patient, my waiting rose;
Your Romeo bee, I chose,
To be someone kind and loving;
Who will arrive in my timing.
Heartaches may come your way;
Sadness in your heart may stay;
In every fall I will help you stand;
I’ll reach out to touch your hand.
I have in mind the place and date;
Not a minute early or a second too late.
Replace your doubts by trust;
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Thankz! :)
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