I awake with the moon,
The crickets how they sing.
The stars, oh,
how they shine,
Like the moonlight on my skin.
My one true love,
he waits for me,
Under the shadows,
behind the trees.
Waiting, watching, wanting, wondering
Until he finally gets to hold me.
The dress of white I'm wearing,
Looks unreal to me.
Passed down from one generation to another
In my family tree.
Now it belongs to me.
I awake to find my husband lying close behind me.
The love I feel for him still welling up inside me.
When wake up I'm always feel glad so it seems,
When I realize that I've had
my wonderful Midnight's dream.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
I awake with the moon,
The crickets how they sing.
The stars, oh,
how they shine,
Like the moonlight on my skin.
My one true love,
he waits for me,
Under the shadows,
behind the trees.
Waiting, watching, wanting, wondering
Until he finally gets to hold me.
The dress of white I'm wearing,
Looks unreal to me.
Passed down from one generation to another
In my family tree.
Now it belongs to me.
I awake to find my husband lying close behind me.
The love I feel for him still welling up inside me.
When wake up I'm always feel glad so it seems,
When I realize that I've had
my wonderful Midnight's dream.
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