Days turn to nights, <br />I hunger for your sight; <br />Echoes of a silent kiss, <br />I draw it with my fingertips; <br />As I hug my pillow and smile, <br />How I wish that you were mine...<br /><br />Elie Abou Chaaya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-dreams-6/
