Wait
I wait to hold you
in my arms,
to feel your skin
so soft and warm.
I wait for your smile
to caress my eyes,
as your shoulder
softens my cries.
Wait
Wait I wait to hold you in my arms, to feel your skin so soft and warm. I wait for your smile to caress my eyes, as your shoulder softens my cries. © 2019 Gregory Vessar. All Rights Reserved.
A Thousand Miles from Kansas 