Chatoyant

Chatoyant

Chatoyant … his eyes brightly dance,
Sometimes hazel, sometimes so green..
His eyes capture her with one glance.
She sighs …
Looking out her window…
Watching…
Waits…
When will he come?
When will she see this one she loves?
He’s stronger than most men she’s seen,
Powerful love… worthy romance
She longs to feel his big warm hands…
To see him ..a fulfilled deep dream…
My love when is it time?
When will you come my love?
How long must the waiting endure?
When you return over sea and over land…
It will be well worth every moment…
Every minute of pain.
Te anhelo mi amor…
Je vais attendre jusqu’à ce que le moment est venu …

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