Strange, sweet ache
You’re getting to be
A familiar thing
Each breath you take
Washes over me
Like a gentle rain
As I wake
You’re all I see
In the softening light
Strange, sweet ache
You’re getting to be
My every night
Touch me now
You will see
I cannot refuse you
Blow, wind, blow
Wild and free
I cannot choose you…….
For a strange sweet ache
Is slowly becoming
Familiar to me
Oh, this strange, sweet ache
Is a love song humming
Inside of me
Janet~
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!