My lips still taste of your name
As if through the night that's all that they desire
To speak of you in wonderment
To speak of you at all
My ears they plead with longing for to hear
My eyes are hardly open
Before restless they become
Searching left and right for just a glimpse
With all my senses longing
I can hardly even bear it
When there's nothing I can do to satisfy
This trembling in my hands, and ever wondering
Wondering why
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