You’re off again
On another of your wanders
And I’m back in my room
Remembering last night and smiling.
As the Spanish sun gets a perfect view
Of your lips against a glass of sangria
My heart races and my mind traces
The outlines of the beauty
You’ve introduced into my life.
When I’m not with you I’m waiting.
If I can’t see you with eyes open
I’ll do so with eyes closed.
Too far to touch
You’re still all that I can feel.
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