All these years later I still dream of you A day in the park Late spring Under that tree Hiding from the sun Half asleep You Tracing secrets In the palm of my hand Whispering a love's tradition Of desire In my ear
we may never pass this way again through the dration of love permeates the very fabric of my existence in solitude hearts melt back the fervor of resistance join with others to humbly frolic in this love You holding hands together kisses of sweet molden lava love escalates through my hearts door will you open ?