With each spin I made, my eyes browsed the door,
Longing and hoping to see your entrance.
You never came and my heart knew this
Long before the ice melted in my drink.
It will be so good again.
I will wear dresses for you everyday
And whisper secrets to you in funny little voices.
I wonder if you know the power of your scent on my pillow
Or how the sound of the door hinge
Makes my heart sink.
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