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I see thy love in the distance... |
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breathless gasping for air, for in thy dreams you where |
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awakening to the bleakness in my room |
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as my eyes begin to blear reality sets and starts the fear |
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for do dreams come true or do i die alone |
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waiting like the petals of a wilting flower falling off |
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until there is none and the once beautiful flowers dies naked |
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with no one to clothe it |
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will i hold you in the grave or will the grave hold me? |
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the numbing dreams never end the swallow's wings still amongst |
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the idle wind |
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my colored world turns to grayscale |
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recollecting the memories eyes covered hazel |
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contradiction of thy thoughts standing calm love not lost |
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searching till i find my princess whose passionate eyes cut right through me |
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for what is life if love exists only in thy thoughts? |
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what is romance if it is all fiction? |
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nothing but a portrait left empty, a passing cloud of hurt |
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by to meet my love in the flesh is to find my whole heart |
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your heart breaks though me your love is the key |
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longing for my hearts door |
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to what day till i see sunrays shine upon your face |
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I dream of you: the way you look; |
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The beating of love in your heart. |
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your words are like the flowing of a spring, knowing thy love |
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waits for me until eternity's end |
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Is this poetry, or is this love's sickness |
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engulfing my every being? |
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take the heart from you, and the blood ceases from me |
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I see what you hear |
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breathtaking, the closest thing to me and my savior |
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Falling in love to a person I have never met, |
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but knowing she has salvation's fragrance |
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By God's grace, this love will be free and able to fly away |
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above the earth to a point of exhaustion |
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but your breath will keep me alive |
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Words are pointless, for this love is speechless. |
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Preparing for the curtains close; |
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Laying their clutching hands so tight I can feel your heart |
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telling me it will be all right... |
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Ascension to heaven where this love can not only walk, |
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but it runs through the endless fields of joy |
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Where love neither ends nor begins, but flows everlasting |
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This was thy dream this daybreak and will by thy prayer: |
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that I will rest sleepless till the sun rises on that day |
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and butterflies sing with us as we write love's symphony |
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The pages of life fill up the story of our love in a time long ago |
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where fairy tales come true |
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And you and I, my love, will live happily ever after... |
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I love you. |
