Far Away Distant



I now accept,
What will be, will be,
By chance of good fortune,
You came unto me.

Far away distant,
Yet still close to me,
I yearn to touch,
And kiss tenderly.

Your sweet whispers,
That caress me by night,
Your vision before me,
Painted with light.

Time passes quickly by,
Soon to meet and in passion lie,
Two souls together,
Shall forever fly.


Copyright © 1999 Craig Whiteside




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