A woman longing for her loved one, wishing for the warmth that has been lost, and craving words that touched her soul. A sensitive portrayal.
Sometimes I look for those eyes To look at me With that sea of warmth
Sometimes I crave for those words Words that could sparkle my soul
Sometimes I look for those hands Hands that wish to hold me through
Sometimes I look for that promise A promise that is togetherness
And in all these sometimes I look for a lost part of me A part that is my world A world that is you In everything that is I look for you!
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