As i close my eyes every single night,
I see visions of your pleasing sight:
Your hazel brown eyes does sparkle forth
With your face beautiful for all its worth.
And as I caress your hands into mine,
A rush of emotion, all so divine!
Of all affections the heart emanates,
From all blunt feelings desired to relate.
But then I wake up from the great slumber,
Opening forth sights from dreams of folly—
That your presence has yet to be conceived:
We as lovers, forever in yonder,
Without doubts, desire rises so madly,
To make love real, as we truly believe.
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