If I think very hard when the dark hours arise,
You appear before me, rekindling Paradise;
So quaint is the rule ensuring love the night through:
Let darkness obscure all, but my passion for you
Slowly, each fantasy I invoke becomes real,
(In spite of Fate's protests, my thoughts it cannot steal):
Your arms gently pulling my body close to yours
Make the fantasies flow, opening so many doors
The meaning of tenderness is found in your hands,
And I cannot help but submit to Love's demands;
Your warm breath on my face becomes a searing kiss,
O, what comfort I glean from these moments of bliss!
Though Fate casts restrictions, it has not the power
To deny me these thoughts, or vandalize my hour;
So I revel in Love 'til night opens its door
To the sun's blinding rays..... and then you are no more
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