To: bentfeather
Let them go my love
Those fears that keep you far
From me, come whisper
Tell me that you are
Loving me and finally you
Let me draw you close
And closer still
Till I hear you, my love sigh
We languor in that moment
In sleep we drift, in and out
Of the same surrealistic dream
We don our wings, and off we take
Sailing upon the golden rays of the moon
And float and drift and fly from star to star
My love you are waiting, but dont
Just come quickly, just as you are.
To: Rhyminsimon
I love soft luring scents and you
your lovely eyes follow desire
beyond you and found me
bentfeather
FreeRepublic.com is powered by software copyright 2000-2008 John Robinson