I always wanted to write
a love song for us to love
as pure as dripping water
from petals of unborn fruit
waiting lips to enjoy words
praise, raise your feelings
on notes by tapping piano keys
reverbs from oak walled room
baring your naked soul to light
so soft it blends to your skin
and take you to eternal peace
hug yourself, miss of my dream
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