In the tranquil hours of night I walk in your soul. You live in my heart...with each beat...with each breath. We are one Dawn merges with morning.I melt into you.You capture my spirit. Our hearts swell with passion. Our bodies weep with ecstasy. We are eternal love.You're dressed in antebellum finery with flower-bedecked curls,the epochs of my eyes are grasping your world... We come together, and there's not a chance of a fatal part,you guide me like no other could guide me deep inside your heart. I feel your love surrounding me when we're together,always and forever, you will gain the same from me like a drifting feather.The emblem reveals a timeless mystery,once not known, but it's all past history.You're the seed that grows in my soul,the sunlight from your love keeps the buds shimmering as one whole.I can't stand the pain when your silent presence guides away from me,and when I dream of you, the world smiles gracefully. Angels singing harmonically,as we lift our imagination, and make it become reality...because we are one.
I watched as she slept somehow she sensed it extending an arm out to cross the vastness to my chest. Hand landing on heart...seemingly trying to grasp hold of something invisible. Having a warm body by your side may feel like comfort food, may feel like security, may feel like love or is it ~ does it feel? I watch as her eyes open waking from her dream world and wondering what she is thinking or feeling, as she looks at me expressionless. she somehow sensed it,a smile appears as her hand moves to caress forehead to lips retracing lines of a face, her dream, or her reality? She is like a rose in bloom awakening from it's sleep seeing the bud but not truly knowing what lies inside. Though you know she is beautiful somehow you sensed it-petals slowly opening anxiously awaiting the moment when all is shown to you. But does the flower ever really know
who she shows herself to? Who appreciates her beauty? Who loves her? I extend a hand out and cross the vastness to her face seemingly trying to grasp hold of something invisible but I am awake and she is still a flower in bloom...
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