(begonia cocchinea)
when, oh, when will it be
or you thought i am just as silly
just the thought of you near me
is sending shivers down my body
when, oh, when will it be
to hold you close, to hear your voice
to touch your face, to hold you near
that’s the time i’ll lose my poise
when, oh, when will it be
this dream of mine will come to be
an answered prayer for you and me
we both are really meant to be
*wrote this poem decades ago for a friend
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