When Home Comes Home
Why are you so far from me?
In my arms is where you are to be
How long will you makeme wait?
I don’t know how much more I can take
I missed you but I haven’t met you
Oh but I want to
How I do
Slowly counting down the days
Till I finally know your name
The way your hand feels round my waist
The way you laugh, the way your kisses taste
I missed you but I haven’t met you
Oh but I want to
How I do
How I do
I’ve missed you but I haven’t met you
Oh how I miss you but I haven’t met you
Oh but I want to
Oh how I want to
Dear whoever you might be
I’m still waiting patiently
i love the poem and your b&w photo of the boots and the dress shoes Elaine!!… nice composition….peter:)
You don’t have to wait any longer, sweetie. Just open your arms & make this wanderer feel at home. I lay down my weary tune & I will stay. that’s what my heart tells me to do. And home is always where the heart is & my heart is with you.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
how you do go on, Florian, making all the girls cry, that’s what you like to do i think haha… sweet thang
I love all that texture in the boots. Really groovy image.