Quotes to me of roses red, kisses me to a brighter age-- he is the memory of an experience never known. His touch is that of inspiration in its sweetest form. My eyes are shut and hear only the melody and see only the picture show playing within myself. Be him a dream as he may, there is nothing more divine. The eyes disappear beneath voiceless nights in which his figure still dominates. Delirious memories of the night embrace me as his big hands rove and discover anew. Silence echoes into easily forgettable flatteries, and the shadows dive deep-dark into dreams.
Reason for writing:
just jilted again, wanted to believe, try to believe, that someone could love me, such are my dreams.
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