Each of us has a dream when kisses turn into a vision Wrapped in mystery and graceful gentleness We sit until we see more to be certain That which we see Is blameless
We linger on until we can see those lips we kiss No matter where the sun may rise Knowing not what really exists When we look into Their eyes
Enfolded into forgotten joy we behold the realms Of what could or should happen or may not Allowing our burdens to overwhelm And soon our dreams We have forgot
Our hearts are tender and can be easily confused Oft times they walk within a fairytale Yet if one is always anticipating a hurting bruise True love never has a chance To prevail