Its no secret hearts beat for true love* *Anticipation-trepidation Of your soul-mate leaves one breathless rumbling in fantasies sheets Sunday morning dreaming Holding your pillow tight, embraced within the grip of wholeness with-in his heart Make Believing in harmony on beds playground inside his Fairy Tale Eyes magic lies in his soul, his scent on my lips He haunts my thoughts, roaming endlessly until Im awakened by true loves Kiss