Charles Baddeley

(New Plymouth, New Zealand)

Woman Of My Dreams

I hear the soft cadence of your voice,
gladly saying that you are mine.
Your beauty is with me in my dreams;
smiling as you seek my hand.

To lose you now would rend my heart,
precious woman that you are.
Let me hold you close my love,
nor let the aching tear drops start.

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