I want...
I want you to be mine todayI want to be the only name you say
I want you to whisper goodnight
I want to be holding you in the morning light
I want...
I want you to be mine todayA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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