[pre]In My Dreams
Your smile resembles raspberry icing
and your cheeks are made of ivory,
carved to perfection and sprinkled with rose powder.
Your eyes gleam like the moon on an autumn night
with romance in the air so thick
that you could cut it with a butter knife,
and I breathe heavy.
And at night I dream of us,
in a field of roses
where a warm, sweet smelling breeze
whips your hair into your face
so I can brush it away
and kiss you goodbye before my alarm rings
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