The Thoughts Of Her Lover
The Thoughts Of Her Lover
By the light of the moon,She gentley combs her hair,Staring at her reflection in a mirror,Wishing that her lover could be there.The howling sound of the wind,The distant whistle blowing from the train,Thoughts of her lover became over bearing,And the tear drops could not be restrained.Thoughts of her lover,Would he come by day or night,As she stared into the mirror,She wondered about her plight,Let him come to me now,If only for a moment in time,To see the warm glow of his smile,Just to touch his hand,If only for just a little while.
Tarek Nassif
2005
By the light of the moon,She gentley combs her hair,Staring at her reflection in a mirror,Wishing that her lover could be there.The howling sound of the wind,The distant whistle blowing from the train,Thoughts of her lover became over bearing,And the tear drops could not be restrained.Thoughts of her lover,Would he come by day or night,As she stared into the mirror,She wondered about her plight,Let him come to me now,If only for a moment in time,To see the warm glow of his smile,Just to touch his hand,If only for just a little while.
Tarek Nassif
2005
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