When I think of you with your raven hair
I speak to you and your not there
Would you listen or give a care?
Sometimes?
Clandestine ideas I love to share
I shout them out to the open air
Can you hear me in your Lair?
Sometimes?
Intimate thoughts, My soul I bare
A haunting glance, a wayward stare
I really wish that you were here
Sometimes!
So come to me if you dare
I will listen this time to your dispare
Heaven must have an open window there?
Sometimes.


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