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Love Come Home

Love Come Home

A long time waiting,
Waiting for sweet love,
Love to come home and restore my Soul,

Wishing alone, through bitterly cold nights,
Looking for your Soul, looking for a passage home,
Flying among the stars, hoping for dreams to come true,

Listening for your heart, lightly beating, in a flowing stream,
Like a warm breeze, gently kissing my cheek, 
Is that you love?

Wondering how long,
Your spirit will be staying, 
Wondering when this dream will be leaving?

Copyright © 2018 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

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Ron Chapman

YouTube text to speech poetry recitation

https://youtu.be/n47Hno75Q4g

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Tony Taylor

Hey RON!!....I haven't read you for a while..... so glad I caught this one......I REALLY enjoyed the wistful almost dream-like quality to the tone of this write..... the 'wishing you were here' aspect to the daydream if you will!!..... Ah, what the memory can do for a poet!!.....ALL STARS!!.... well done dear poet brother!!..... LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ???✴??✴❤?

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Ron Chapman

Thank you, Tony, for the stars and I'm happy you enjoyed my daydream. ;)
-Ron

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