The clock, it stole me from my sleep,
Alarm so loud ‘twould wake the dead,
I jumped, my consciousness would creep,
My palm outstretched upon my head,
So *******, as I realised at once,
No longer was I in my dreams,
My love and I, engaged in dance,
A perfect union, oh so it seemed,
While we’re apart, it’s all I have,
My dreams are there, to ease and soothe,
Why can’t I cut this time in half,
I only want to be with you..............

A work of fact...



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