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Eyes Are Wet, My Lips Tremble

And I'm sad, but, not for me,

And not forever.

I'll search out blue skies and, the sun, on the morrow.

For now, I'll let the black clouds melt, before the coming of the dawn, as I listen to the echoes of your voice.

Your footfalls slowly disappear, inside the confines of my mind, and your perfume lingers in the night.

There's somewhere, that today hasn't happened yet, and tomorrow's still yesterday, it's that somewhere, I want to be.

In my dreams it's not all what it seems, for I see your face, and taste your lips,and yet, I still miss you, every single day.

I can't say good bye, you're my world and as you've said, I'm just an obsessing kind of guy.

I'll meet you in the hall of Valhalla 

Or at Hells fiery gates, I'll meet you where, warriors souls linger.

Waiting 

To kiss your scent.

Giajl © Jim Love