Oh, Dominic
I sit at my window,
Book in my lap.
Waiting for you to ride up on your steed,
Your smile radiant as the sun,
Hoping you'll see me,
Longing for you the way I do.
Oh, Dominic
I sit under a bower,
Roses in my lap.
Waiting for you to come and sit with me.
So I can look into your stormy sea eyes
And give you a thousand kisses.
But you never come.
Oh, Dominic
You leave me waiting forever,
Wasting away to a shadow.
Hoping for you to smile in my direction,
My patience is short,
But my love for you,
Keeps me waiting steadily
For your adoration and attentions.
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