Dreams

Your hair is brown, and your eyes are blue
Not a day goes past when I don't think of you
I have never looked on your sparkling eyes, and smiling face
But when I think of you my pulse begins to race
I imagine us strolling holding hands, passing time
Eating exotic foods, and drinking wine
Nights lying in each others arms, in a state of bliss
Being awoken by a loving kiss
But even though you live so far away
You are with me, each and every day

Tango

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