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Holiday weekend
Identifier
004718
Type of Spiritual Experience
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Holiday weekend
I must not show them that I love you
I must pretend that we are friends, - and my delight
Is simply in the forests and the woods around us
Or in the balmy softness of the country night
And as we walk along the forest trails
And fingers gently brush each other in the light
My love for you must lie there hidden in my heart
But it must never never come in sight
I cannot touch you, hold you, kiss you
I must stop short of what I long for all day long
Restraining hidden bonds must bind me
And in my head I’ll tell myself be strong
But when the night time comes to greet us
And we, who’ve been together but apart
Are left alone by partners gone to slumber
I’ll run I’ll run I’ll run towards your open heart