To Much To Ask For

My Heart grows dim.
Cant make it alone.
Are my words never clear?
Or do I hold my fears to near?
Deeper the pain grows each day.
Greater the sorrow grows in ever way.

I want to have love.
I want to go to bed and hold the one I love.
I want to wake and kiss the one I Adore !
With sweet soft lips .
Hands of an angel.
But thats to much to ask for.

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© Copyright 2007 By: Richard Tyree