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Im in a feaild of roses, of beauty and warmth, Im wearing my new sundress but there is no sun..
I sit and wait for my love to come,
Waiting is like a centry, but i know he is coming, I see him standing under our oak tree,
My heart starts to pound, I wonder if its an illusion, I stand up running to see.
He is smiling at me. My mind is gone no worries no nothing, he pulls me in a hug, I could stand there forever, as im ingulfed in his arms. We sit and talk for hours, The sun begins to set and he leaves me.
I wish he would have stayed but war is calling, so i will wait here..once again.. for my love to return.