Those Lips, Those Hands Poem by David Hunter

I dream of her, I long for her,
That sweet smile and voice.
She is different and that, I'll treasure,
I like different, I love her, then rejoice!
Where is she, where can she be,
Will she love me, oh, will she love me?
She's an amazing singer,
I, myself, am nothing but a sinner.
Those lips, those hands;
I will hold tightly for her to understand.
This will only be some day,
But one day, she will be mine in any way.