My Heart, I think of you when night breathes on me
Until the voice of dew falls on the early morn
Like a simmering fire my heart decrees
That I must always think of you
With each new sunrise born
A fantasy is kindled, lighting each new thought afire
My lips cannot help but speak your name
Demanding that my heart acquire
All these thoughts of you
To feed the flame
A river of blue moves within me, as divine inspiration
Coloring each of these thoughts I have of you
As blue as the eyes of my fascination
Times like these
Fans the flame anew
My Heart, I think of you when morning calls my name
Until my night breathes on me once again
Tell me does your heart feel the flame
In times like these
Do you think of me the same
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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