Sitting here alone in my room,
time for bed i’m dreaming of you.
The things you do to make me smile,
you haven’t done them in a while.
Time passes when i’m alone,
no one there to hug and hold.
The dreams i have are of you and me,
when we met in history.
Can’t you see the time is right,
to make a move or have a fight.
And as you know my love is true,
this little poem i wrote for you.?
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