James Fieldhouse - To need

It kills ones heart when she is distant,

Can’t she see I’m longing to be held?

To be in her embrace at gatherings of unfamiliar people is warming to the heart,

A breakwater against a towering sea of shyness.

I can tell she knows what I’m thinking, in that questionable look.

At these times one feels a lost soul in a dark valley of loneliness,

Hug me, hold me, caress me I hear my mind say.

So I will wait and wait, for sunrise of her warmth.

James Fieldhouse

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