when I think of you
sparks fly
and I cry
nothing matters
when my soul does yearn
for your soft and gentle touch
my imagination
flies into eternity
where our souls sing in harmony
but for now
this moment
does not
exist
we are not
one
unless we meet
(which is doubtful)
so all I have are my dreams
of a love supreme
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