When days pass by through endless nights,
Filled with thoughts of long lost days,
When memories fill the heart and soul,
With sweet caresses there to stay.
When seeing you walk through my dreams,
Is such a gentle, pleasing sight,
Walking past the daisies there,
Their petals glow, such vibrant white.
This is the place I long to be,
For there is you,
Amidst my dreams,
For you're the one I long to see,
Your gentle face,
Your smile that beams.
Jayne Louise Davies
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