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What loving proof, is deemed unfair If you danced away like Fred Astaire No timing, rhyming, or cold stare Can equally compare The anguish if I lost you; dear From the once conqueror of fears Holding on to memories, Then **** it disappears We could reminisce when we grew old To way back in the day Together, holding hands From Brooklyn to the Bay The cost is just a fraction Of the amount that I would pay To reach our love’s conclusion If only for a day You always tried to encourage me When my head was in the clouds And if our love became complacent There was laughter to be found You always kept me guessing With your flare for life itself I thought about confessing The hand that I was dealt It’s impossible to recreate The pictures frame by frame No time to rush, no time to waste Our love could never fade We set it free into the universe With a message soft and pure It traveled on an unknown course But it was too hard to ignore It’s mission to connect the dots Of love and hates demise It would appear you put me on the spot Through a lame disguise The gift of love in ones grasp Will surely slip away Don’t focus on the memories of past When there’s still some time today A way to compensate your fears A way to feel redeemed To spend the duration of my life With the woman of my dreams
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Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC
The Woman of My Dreams
What loving proof, is deemed unfair If you danced away like Fred Astaire No timing, rhyming, or cold stare Can equally compare The anguish if I lost you; dear From the once conqueror of fears Holding on to memories, Then **** it disappears We could reminisce when we grew old To way back in the day Together, holding hands From Brooklyn to the Bay The cost is just a fraction Of the amount that I would pay To reach our love’s conclusion If only for a day You always tried to encourage me When my head was in the clouds And if our love became complacent There was laughter to be found You always kept me guessing With your flare for life itself I thought about confessing The hand that I was dealt It’s impossible to recreate The pictures frame by frame No time to rush, no time to waste Our love could never fade We set it free into the universe With a message soft and pure It traveled on an unknown course But it was too hard to ignore It’s mission to connect the dots Of love and hates demise It would appear you put me on the spot Through a lame disguise The gift of love in ones grasp Will surely slip away Don’t focus on the memories of past When there’s still some time today A way to compensate your fears A way to feel redeemed To spend the duration of my life With the woman of my dreams
jason-paul-klenetsky
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Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC
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