He never comes to me
I always go to him
He never kisses me
I only steal the kisses from him
He never comes to hold me
As I throw my hands around his neck

I'm tired of always being
The initiate of love
When I never receive a touch
Or hear him say my name

Now I have found another
Who touches me again
He's free with hugs and kisses
As he verbally plays at me

So now he comes to me
And I readily run to him
I never have to steal a kiss
From him it's freely given
And when he wants to hold me
I melt happily into his arms

No more will I live without
Being desired in return
Nor when I close my eyes and dream of love
Will in my heart I yearn

I'm sorry i didn't plan for this
I never seen it in the cards
I  now know what i am deserving of
Now that I've felt this touch of love

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