This is my hour, my time to dream of you.
Asleep in our bed,
Your dark hair in the moonlight and your arm stretched out
Beside you,
Waiting for me to lay my head there.
I listen for the sound of your breathing and hear the beat
Of your heart.
I keep the hopes we've found and hide them in a secret place.
I drank wine by a flame of desire.
So we, like others of our kind,
Can dream on, our hearts are the stage for the parade of love.
Year:
2017
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