Etched in my own imagination
His face that can't be drawn by my hands
In my dreams, in times I close my eyes
It has found its perfect place to land
Our memories have lasted for minutes
For his touch that has made perfection
Driving me back to loving him more
Safely finds its endeared emotion
And when the silence suddenly falls
His voice whispers, lingers in my ears
Beautiful sound, sweet and caressing
Echoing, digging in my heart here
My very hopeful and waiting dreams
For his love I desperately wish
With warm welcome for each dear morning
Please come back, let our love replenish
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