When are so beautiful
and lie and look at me
and your fingers play
through my hair,
I wonder what
happens deep in your thoughts
and soul?
When you lie so softly against me
and your fingers
twist through mine,
I wonder what makes you
so wonderful
and what destiny
or God made you for me?
When you keep teasing
and play with me
and I hear you laugh
with gladness,
and I see joy
burn deep in your eyes
I know that I will die;
in a life without you.
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