Still can't sleep.
Never the less,
Dreaming of you.
Well, you are doing it.
Life here it comes.
Several things to do.
My radio still blaring,
The noise wakes me
In the middle of the night.
Wish it were you.
All the stars on the celling,
And soap suds turned to hearts,
They were gifts from God,
But a sign there was you.
-For my Love
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