If love should come knocking at my door
how would I know we’ve not met before
somehow I might have known your name
wouldn’t it be so sad...more likely a shame
thinking of opportunities that passed us by
knowing we didn’t even have a chance to try
how might I know, you’ve arrived once more
would it be your after shave lotion, I’m not sure
recognized your voice, one that I knew so well
but, you were just a dream, I could never tell
of the promises in your eyes, taste of your lips
when you walk, the movement of your sexy hips
never felt the warmth of your body close to mine
your arms wrapped around me, oh, how I did pine
longing for your presence, here, in my empty space
would have made my world such a heavenly place
you never left my side, engulfed in all my dreams
an image without a face, we’ve never met, it seems
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©14/04/2011 Joan
(169 Words)
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