Upon A Star
In my wishes I am his,
To hold.
To love.
My body,
To carry in his strong arms,
To never let go.
My hand,
To take and whisk away,
To entwine his fingers in.
My cheek,
To wipe away the salty tears,
To press his lips softly against.
In my wishes I am his,
He is mine,
To hold.
To love.
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