Waiting
It started with a touch, a feel, a glimpse.
The way your name feels, so soft on my lips.
The sound of you, it drives me crazy.
They mention your name, I love you, baby.
You bring back feelings, long pushed away.
Pushed, shoved, and denied, afraid of heartbreak.
I give up on caring what the voices say,
Your love is worth the price I may pay.
So many years, I've waited for you.
So long I didn't know, you were waiting, too.
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