Nights like this lend themselves to you
Innocence not lost; loneliness lends itself to you
Your touch
A brush so gentle it draws me in
Your eyes
Soft and inviting
A brown beckoning as they emanate to forever
Streaming tears pleated with joy in the mist of passion
Your touch
A warmth accented by a glow
Every departure makes me grow fonder
If dreams gave way to reality, I'd sleep forever
With the thought of being with you as my eternity
Its visions of such that lay me to rest on these nights
And act in place of you
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