I long for the brush of your finger tips, br Gently pulling my hair into place, br Forming the braids upon my head. br I long for your whispers at night, br Quietly leading me to sleep, br A silent lullaby, br Soothing the tiredness away. br I long for your smell, br An aroma of peaches and fresh baked bread br That tickles my nostrils. br I long for your laughter, br A river of smooth sounds, br Swiftly flowing from your mouth, br Expanding to fill every abyss of my ears. br I long to see your eyes, br A pool of crystals and diamonds, br Twinkle with mischief. br I long for your presence, br Comforting me, encouraging me, believing in me. br I long for you to see me grow up.