Hear Me...

     Look into my eyes dark and deep
     Reflections of the words I long to say,
     Yet fearing your rejection I look away,
     Secrets in the heart for me to keep.
          Feel the rythym of my beating heart,
          It aches to touch yours deep inside,
          But my secret longings it must hide,
          Desire for love tearing it apart.
     Feel my touch, a warm caress;
	   Hear my words, soft and caring.
     		Desire my love ask it from me.                    
     I'll give you it all, nothing less,
          Here waiting to give for the sharing.
    	      If only you could hear it and see...

                    
                   Jan. 23, 1993

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