Thursday, 13 February 2014


If dreams were memories,
I am lost in an eternal fantasy
Of a hidden, unspoken treasure;
Limitless, endless love.

I dream of your eyes,
Ever so sparkling,
A way to see your heart,
Caring, passionate and strong.

I dream of your face,
Radiant as ever,
With hair that falls across,
Making perfection all the more perfect.

I see your soul,
Ever so peaceful, silent 
It's true, as they say,
Still waters run deep.

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