YOUR OWN

The wind must bring your thoughts to me.
For they are there when you can't be.
Each moment entangled by your name.
Each sigh reflects your love and pain.
Your lips touch me...indiscreet.
Your hands invade my secrets, sweet.
I breathe your breath and cry your tears.
I see your eyes and feel your fears.
And I want to use this moment in time.
This second, these hours, to make you mine.
So when all is quiet and you are alone,
You think of me and make me your own.

--Diva