Perhaps soon, soon and soon no less
when the bergamot aroma rises into my nose
I'll look back and think, yes, I was patient and blessed
when the rhythmic tone of your laugh enters my ears
I'll look back and think, yes, I kept myself best
when the white pearls shimmer in the florescent light
I'll look back and think, yes, the hard wait was meant
and when our hug warms my heart
there will be no question left unanswered
Perhaps soon, perhaps soon
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