C. Albert Andrews
Return to me let me smell your sweet perfume
Not lavender, though that was good
The roses were just as sweet.
What I missed even more was your splash of love.
That aroma, those whispers, the softness
And cool breeze of freshness
That springs thoughtless dreams into reality.
Though deeply sleeping, those gentle touch
And angelical radiances,
Create atmosphere of awakening love.
I could hear myself, 'if I am lost, let it be now'.
Let me remain here,
And watch you leap towards me
As the smooth trail of your seamless dress
Let me continue to sleep.
For moment such as this,
Can only exist once.
So let me dream on,
While you run back to me!
Let me be lost,
Lost in this slumber
And be found only by you.
You watching me rise.
Rise to meet you.
May it be morning at sunrise?
At noon or dust when the sun goes down.
My true love has returned
The freedom she once sort has led her home.
Never to leave again, I hope!
My eyes opened, just to see
The love of my life next to me.
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