A espera

                Noite nua,escura,sem lua,olhando a rua espero por ti.                                                                                                                                                                          O vento que agita as folhagens,só aumenta o te querer em mim.                                                                                                                                                                        São tantos e belos momentos,sorrio de contentamento,antevejo prazeres a vir.                                                                                                                                                                         Lá no começo da estrada,avisto a pessoa amada,meu bem assobiando pra mim.