When I’m lonely <br />And feel like <br />Cashing in my chips, <br />When I’m melancholy <br />Beneath autumn street lights, <br />When my voice quivers <br />Talking about you <br />With a friend, <br />I know, I’d still <br />Fall in love with you again <br />If only I could <br />See you on the beach <br />Or brushing your hair <br />Before a mirror.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brushing-your-hair/
