I meditate achingly <br />Her delicate lips <br />Slowly sipping <br />Elegant imported wine. <br /> <br />In lonely dreams, <br />I weep at night <br />Wishing my hands <br />Were upon her hips. <br /> <br />Lovely flowers <br />Blossom in the afternoon; <br />But while I linger <br />Unable to see her, <br />Nothing can make me happy.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-dreams/
