I know that my eye,
That has twinkled for you,
Is possibly leading me now,
Down a road to ruin.
Not because your years,
Are not so many yet.
But because I fear,
That you will not recognise it.
Old enough both, are we,
To love and be loved,
And still my heart flutters,
With thoughts of knowing you.
Angelic, pure, almost divine,
Your being around me,
Fills me to overflow,
And I'm lost in fantasy.
A life of pure happiness,
A welcoming warm embrace,
And a cosy home fire,
Burning in our hearts.
And your vibrant smile,
That has gained my eye,
Be forever a beacon,
Of how love can be.
For in my heart,
There always shall stay,
Longings to share together, The energy of passion.
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Flowers for beauty and charm.
In a windmill of dreams.
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