He Will Come
	By Virgil J. Hall <tach7@tacoma.net>


     I
have loved and lost.
The 
one I love can not love 
me, 
 it is forbidden.  Each
night 
I pray for him to come
and
we run away together.
But 
night comes and night 
goes,
still no word from him.

But
soon I will see him,
he 
will come, he will come
I 
remember his eyes,
blue,
beautiful baby blue.
Mostly
I remember his lips,
his 
soft, sweet lips.
I 
have a longing in my
soul.
I remember the way 
it 
felt when he held me.
I 
felt at peace, I miss
him.
Each night I tell
myself 
that he will come
he 
will come...