and its raining . . .
Cheer up my darling, my beloved one
I hold you tight in my arms
the kiss from me to you . . .
Slowly, patiently, my lips pull away
and begin to caress your neck line
embracing you with all of me
dry out your tears and smile again
I can’t stand this any longer . . .
I missed you so very much
with sorrow in my crying heart
the cold is here, outside its dark
and its raining . . .
from my eyes and in my heart
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2006-11-25 at 19:18
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