in fantasy of holding you
close enought for you to feel my heart beat and count how many times it races and
skips paces knowing the fact that you're here with me.
I stand before you glistened in lays of mornings showers
Awaiting your acceptance, my heart is in your hands.
Your silent words of passion tickles my spine with each whisper in my ear
I'm lost in your world, your love is my soul.
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