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Feb 2010
I gave her warm wine and flowers,
and she gave me her hand,
and she led me down into
the promised land.


She gave me skin so soft
that felt of the purest silk.
A touch that was tender,
she tasted of honey and milk.

She was my heaven on earth
with such warm copper skin.
Was I just dreamin'?
Was this all a sin?


She is the girl
The girl in my dreams
She keeps me alive
The girl in my dreams

We've kissed once or twice,
subliminally silenced the screams,
but while I'm combing her hair,
she just rocks and she sings...


She sang, give me your life
And I will give you my soul
Give me all of your love
And I will grant you your goal

So, I gave her my life,
then to me it occurs
that she's jumped back in my mind
and there she laid down hers.



I gave her warm wine and flowers,
and she gave me her hand,
and she led me down into
the promised land.


She gave me skin so soft
that felt of the purest silk.
A touch that was tender,
she tasted of honey and milk.


She is the girl
The girl in my dreams
She keeps me alive
The girl in my dreams

We've kissed once or twice,
subliminally silenced the screams,
but while I'm combing her hair,
she just rocks and she sings...


She sang, give me your life
And I will give you my soul
Give me all of your love
And I will grant you your goal

So, I gave her my life,
then to me it occurs
that she's jumped back in my mind
and there she laid down hers.
Copyright redbarchettadrive and Chris Smith 2010
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
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Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  Hemel Hempstead
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