Someone
Soft
touches,
gentle
kisses.
Oh'
these things,
my
heart wishes.
Someone
to have,
someone
to hold.
Without
these things,
my
world feels cold.
But
life goes on,
and
I muddle through.
My
prince shall come,
maybe
he's you.
Lori
A. Hughes ©
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