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Like a child, who wishes for toys, Hearing you say, "I'm doing fine." Will calm this turbulent heart of mine. I long for your utters day and night, And your murmurs that bring me light, With a voice that's mellow-toned, I hope to hear you on the phone. Eagerly, I dial your number, Anxiety rules in plunder, Yearning for the Hello word, That sounds as sweet as chirping birds. The ringing tone keeps tooting by, As seconds slide without a sigh, "Oh! Where are you, my fairest doll, Why don't you please answer my call." The line went dead, so did my hope, Feeling hollow and start to grope, I place the handset on the hook, And look around this lonely nook. I wonder where can she be now, My angel face, to you I'll bow, Before I start to board this train, I'll try to call her once again. |
