Rare Love

by David   Dec 6, 2004



While you are so far away
You seem so very close
Maybe its because when I dream
I see your face the most

I rush home to see if you called
Because I long to hear your voice
I would not pick another woman
If I were even given the choice

You are everything I dream of
Perfection in its rarest form
I can't wait until you hold me
making my cold heart warm

You fill my days with Hope
as you fill my nights with lust
Of all the people in this world
Its only you I trust

I now give my heart to you
Treat it with tender care
It will always be open
As my love waits for you there.

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