Waiting II

My my, do I miss you
Like feet without shoes
On a chilled autumn night
When on warmth they muse

There are few who eschew
The pull that you do
When further away
From me you move

Wearing white I would band
Your soul and your hand
If you would think twice
On with whom you would stand

 

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