Sitting here
Without you
And the night air
Drifts in softly
As I imagine
You here . .
All curled up
Our heads close
On the pillow
As we chat softly . .
The sound of your voice,
Strong and deep,
Lulls me to sleep.
by: Karen D. Joyce
Sitting here
Without you
And the night air
Drifts in softly
As I imagine
You here . .
All curled up
Our heads close
On the pillow
As we chat softly . .
The sound of your voice,
Strong and deep,
Lulls me to sleep.
by: Karen D. Joyce
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