Waiting II
My my, do I miss you
Like feet without shoes
On a chilled autumn night
When on warmth they muse
There are few who eschew
The pull that you do
When further away
From me you move
Wearing white I would band
Your soul and your hand
If you would think twice
On with whom you would stand
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