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When will he kiss me?
Been daring to protest the urge to smile
I lie awake in a state so merry,
Making up lines we'd say before the isle
When can I feel it?
He's held me captive in such a hex
I crave his presence more of my solitude
Hence, my solace in the way I'm vexed
O, how will it be?
Up that hill, by the river, on the pavement?
Many times I've tried to foresee
What fantasies bring; what it'd mend
When will he have me?
He's had me twisted since 18th of May
A fate-bound religion I've committed
Had me dancing in this strict array
When can I feel it?
The feeling of wild butterflies inside;
Far different from when we first touched;
Far different when he saw my hair untied
O, when will it be?
On the next 14th of February?
For all the times I've cried on pillows,
You made me shriek for those sweet memories
When will he kiss me?
Been dying to protest the urge to lean
I'd stay awake to see us marry
And live all the scenes in this untamed daydream
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...
