On a quiet morn she whispers
Her voice a vibrant viol
Golden sunlight upon her breast
Gleaming with dreamy themes
Of serene scenes, my eyes smile
Rejuvenated in vitality afresh in purpose
She leaves the room yet she's still with me
My abandon knows no worry
My morning has no hurry
She returns with coffee in hand
Her radiant intoxication engulfs me once again ...
What is this that I belong
As strong as rage a soothing calm
A lucid daydream that needs no lie
A wind of wonder fills my mind
A day so very enchanted, two hearts beat as one
We drive off like heroes into the rising sun
The daydream of love has now begun
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 9:24 AM UTC
On a quiet morn she whispers
Her voice a vibrant viol
Golden sunlight upon her breast
Gleaming with dreamy themes
Of serene scenes, my eyes smile
Rejuvenated in vitality afresh in purpose
She leaves the room yet she's still with me
My abandon knows no worry
My morning has no hurry
She returns with coffee in hand
Her radiant intoxication engulfs me once again ...
What is this that I belong
As strong as rage a soothing calm
A lucid daydream that needs no lie
A wind of wonder fills my mind
A day so very enchanted, two hearts beat as one
We drive off like heroes into the rising sun
The daydream of love has now begun
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