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Is it time?

Is it time, is it late, is it time for our telephone date
Midnight for me and eight for you how this waiting can make me blue
Oh Darling Angel of mine, I’m waiting, waiting for our telephone time
Darling I have never felt like this before, just the sound of your voice can leave me in or
I stumble when we talk on the line, I want to tell you “I love you” but I know it’s not time
My mind turns to kisses and making love, Oh Lord please give this same love
I stare at your pictures for hours and hours; my heart is full of love but also cowers
I have Butterfly’s in my stomach stomping around in big boots
Angel I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you I do, I hope you feel the same or I’ll not know what to do
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Thanks for the support on previous peoms.In truth i started writing poetry some years ago as a tool to deal with problems, hence several black ones :-)
Not really wrote many in years but here is a slightly more up beat one from about seven years ago

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