Category : Poems

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I have dreamed of you many times,
 As if you were here, 
 And now that I am with you,
  I am afraid that you will disappear...

I wanted you so much
  When you were gone, 
  And now that you are here,
  I am afraid of losing you again...

My hands are cold,
  As if I had glaciers instead of blood, 
 And I don't even know what words to use,
  I will speak in whispers so as not to disturb.

I have dreamed of you,
I wanted you so much.
My hands are cold,
 Glaciers instead of blood.