Tell me,
As I lay naked in bed,
Tamyka Bell
What is the purpose of home
If I cannot be there?
It reassures me, yes,
But it makes the pain still greater.
I have chosen to be strong
And you have been told to obey,
Yet I long to belong in that place.
Bathed in the moonlight,
And sleep comes to capture me,
I think of you, your smile, your eyes...
The promise that your touch always gives me,
And the flame of our love
That cannot die.
22 August, 2004
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