Passion is just a dream away,
I wake and stir, though the light,
Hurts my eyes; blinds my senses.
We gallivant amongst the sheets,
A lovers daydream; twilight or noon.
Stars of the moon will dance,
Amongst flowers, and feelings,
I'm exuberantly alive.
You'll caress my soul, tenderly,
But then you'll evaporate in my tears;
What a crime. What a sin.
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Needs improving. I actually found this in an old notebook of mine, from about a year ago. =]
