There is always such a promise to be

When love finally does come call.

My heart opens, my eyes cannot see.

I wonder if my heart will ever be free

Or will this love be the end of it all?

There is always such a promise to be.

When will your love finally be with me?

I longingly wait for your telephone call.

My heart opens, my eyes cannot see.

I long for your love, to set my heart free,

Instead I strike my head against the wall.

There is always such a promise to be.

Can you see how your love has touched me?

Do you know what is behind it all?

My heart opens, my eyes cannot see.

I want you so much, I want you baby

That I long for more love, love that will not fall.

There is always such a promise to be,

My heart opens, my eyes cannot see.

03/11/1989

Author's Note: ... a villanelle, from long ago....

Posted on 03/29/2008
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