Like the drop of a feather
Like the feel of the sun
Like the change of the weather
Her hand felt in mine
The feel of her skin
So soft and so warm
Her love from within
Like a rose in it’s form
The shape of her eyes
Like a spring dew drop
The sound of her sighs
Enough to make my heart stop
The feel of her cheek
On mine like a cloud
Beside her I feel meek
But my heart sings out loud
I’m pulled from behind
I’m being dragged away
I search but her I cannot find
I will find her again someday
I wake up to my screams
The smell of blossoms still fresh
Of the women of my dreams
Was but a dream and not of the flesh
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