Walking on green lawn with your feet on mine
grabbing you in my arms on a winter evening,
candle light dinner and a bottle of wine
dancing so close that we feel each other breathing,
I will be waiting for that day to come.
Watching you sleep in the morning for hours
sipping tea under a small shelter when its raining,
desperately waiting for the moments that will be ours
I want you in real life I am done with dreaming.
Long drive at night you sitting next to me
holding hands lying on terrace gazing stars,
I have locked you in my heart and lost the key
I want to be with you before you go too far.
You hold me tight and wipe your tears on my shoulder
i stroke your hairs with your head on my lap,
believe me we will make things work together,
the vacant space in your heart I want to fill that gap,
I will be waiting for that day to come...
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