Don't dream of star lit summer nights,
unless I'm there in the scene with you,
take all the time you wish to pine,
for days which we can share anew.
All time we spend without a touch,
without our voices sending cheer,
are hours and days we may regret,
as times we have wasted I do fear.
For it is every lovers dearest wish,
they ever can hold each others hands,
and in their minds and hearts they know
only other true lovers…
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