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balancing act, blues, brighten, communication, heavy lids, husky voice, long distance, marine, pictures, poem, quotes, sattelite number, soaring heart, sweet nothings, time difference, time zones, trust, ungodly hours, whisper
When your satellite number
Flashes on my phone
Even at ungodly hours
It floods me with tremendous joy
A few minutes of whispering sweet nothings
Just the sound of your voice
Is all I need
To brighten my weekends
To blow my blues away
A perfect start to a Sunday
Today
As I answered the phone
With heavy lids and a soaring heart
Your husky, sleepy voice greeted tiredly
It is then that realisation
Dawned on me
Never before have I felt so guilty
And so I remorsefully concede
I’m consumed by greed
For your affection
Dear, you’re all I need
Your balancing act
Juggling work and life
Is starting to wear you out
But all I ask for is a little of your time
Am I asking for too much, love?