Most cannot see past the happy day
of how I feel when the wind grows cold
But to have your hand keep the chills at bay
and bring real fire to my home
What a memory of a different life
to be bonded, sealed, promised to you
Or to bear children for you as your wife
and grow the garden from a greener view
Empty spaces you should fill and feel
grow longer in my cluttered heart
Passionate dreams I long to share
like a muse concedes to the painter's art
If you would kiss my lips upon the night
and touch my body while I shake
Then warmth would bring the end of ends
and reveal our flames in the love we make...
My wistful, wanton heart won't grieve
the feeling of the loss behind
Though eternity might dare deceive
the truth remains as always in my mind...
You are the one I should have hoped to find
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