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We two

A little doggerel written while single. Forgiveness please.

The lovely head upon my shoulder
The warm body in my bed
The things that we are longing for
We sleep alone instead

Imagination cannot conjure you
I do not know your face
Or bring to mind the body
That I long to embrace

So we two are now apart
Each aches for the others kiss
And dreams each night of the other unknown

To have
To hold
Our dreams unfold
To live
In this
Real bliss