Was it just a dream when you spoke my name
With the soft, tender voice that I once knew?
My heart warmed its beats to a hundred shades
Of pure desire to be next to you
When I heard you whisper into my ear
My lips smiled a yearning to taste your kiss
If I turn around will I find you here
Touching my skin -- do you remember this?
I'm missing it more than you know tonight
Memories are not enough anymore
But deep insecurities must take flight
If I am to find myself at your door
We've made love and life from pure fantasy
Hold onto our hope for proximity
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