It used to be,
That we stayed in bed for
As long as we wanted on Sunday.
It used to be,
That you could not keep your hand
Off of me for more than a few moments.
It used to be,
That you looked at me
Like I was your goddess.
It used to be that,
I felt like I was the most
Important woman in your life.
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Yearning
Oh what sadness and yearning all in a quiet reflective tone. Written with feeling.
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