Better Three Hours Too Soon Than a Minute Too LateA Poem by Arcus
When you slept, you felt the wind through your window
Gently caressing you but never staying long Well maybe that was just a dream for you But it was a reality for me As the moon sings a song that carries you on starlight I'll wish to fly with you so I can feel free You are the muse of my bliss, sweet perfection Carry me in your silver transcendence and never let go Keep my flame burning and guide my hand Lead me into your temptation where I can bask in your majesty Hold my spirit high and take my heart Bring me into your love where I can die tenderly On this night I have but one wish To keep you warm in my embrace evermore So hold me high on moonbeams, dear immaculateness Sing me the song of endless euphoria As our everlasting kiss illuminates the world with tranquility Breathe for me and let me know that you are real © 2013 Arcus |
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