If it were not for passion...I could not wait.
I go about my chores with thoughts of Santiago.
I speak to sun for we share the same sun.
By night I pray to the moon that her
light shine on his tent.
Each day passess and yet my heart
grows fonder...
Santiago, my Santiago I pray for you more than me.
I pray for you more than me.
You are in search of treasure.
I am woman of the dessert so I wait for you...but I miss you just the same.
I whisper on the wind all my good intentions and pray they reach your heart.
I love you Santiago so in love I wait.
Love Fatima!
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