Here am I ~ waiting for the night;
midnight, when I dream about you.
Intrigue? Secret love affair?
Dare I admit that I dream of you?
Natural enough I suppose,
warm intimate friendship
beautiful as the rose...
outrageous to some, maybe!
and hideous to others, who are not
But well-mannered, respectable love,
this is all I'm dreaming of.
And here am I ~ waiting for the night,
when I will dream about you.
Dare I Admit? by Joyce Hemsley
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