
Would my soul, still be able to have sweet dreams, if my heart couldn’t feel your love, to singing my soul the sweetest lullaby? Love, every night, I lay my heart within your embrace, rest till I’m irrevocably awoken, by the breadth of attentive love. Sweet love, your weightless gravity is my breathless reality; a heart and soul tethered to your intuitive sway. How could my love’s resilience ever be dreamy, if its essence didn’t first move my soul ever so deeply? Love, tag you’re it, my truest desire; come find me, my heart forever lost within your wonder. Still my soul, takes my breath sweetly, capture my gaze with the beauty of your soft caress. My soul has come to know, the sweetest dreams are made of this!
WCR









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