Woman Of My Dreams - Poem by Charles Baddeley
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.
Take me in your arms, my dear
and soothe my cares away.
Keep me in rapture by your side,
sharing the happiness we both can give.
Hold me with your velvet lips
the glory of your tumbling hair,
the eloquence of your clear blue eyes;
written forever in my heart.
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