By Fiona Cummings
Waiting by the telephone
The clock ticks in the hall
Will he pick up his handset and give me a call
I can feel my heartbeat
The room is so quiet
Words from him will make my night complete
My insides are having a riot
I look at my screen
As though that will make it ring
When it does my heart will scream
And my eyes shall dance and sing
For he is my true love
Who lives many miles away
I long for our reunion
To happen soon some day
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