On restless nights like this,
when half the world is asleep,
I look at the moon and think,
thinking of a future with you,
dreaming until the sky is blue
dreaming with eyes wide open,
hearing your name softly spoken,
and that's when I feel your lips,
I feel your touch, I feel your kiss
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A Year of Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry from Alexander Bentley. One new poem written every day. Discover why nearly half a million people love his poems.
