| Near to Me With the flow leaves the mood of loving words combing through my hair, and I am left upside down, with a rush to my head. Call up the words again, tell them to cool me down, then let them push me again, so that I can see the peaks, though distant they may be. Happy, calling you mine, calling you to me, calling you to my arms. Happy, making you smile, making you warm, making you at ease. At one time, there was this moment, I felt it almost there--- almost---dreams--- then they come as lies, only lies to me now. Why do I keep looking, looking to you, when I know that you won't be there. Why do I hope that maybe you will get this. When you were near to me, I was so happy, calling you mine, calling you to me, calling you to my arms. Happy, making you smile, making you warm, making you at ease. I wish it could come back again, I wish you could read my mind, then read my heart and make a move. I wish I could heal you, I wish you could see me, then trust me and love me. I felt it so close, I felt it so near. I felt the way your fingers caressed me, I felt the way your body moved me, I felt the way your eyes just sang. I can recall (being so) happy, calling you mine, calling you to me, calling you to my arms. Happy, making you smile, making you warm, making you at ease. Maybe one day, it will return, maybe then, we will see, we will see. And you will . . . you will look at me. |
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