You’re My GiftThere’s nothing I can tell anyone about us;
Now that you live in my Heart…
There’s nothing more that needs to be known,
Your remain in a holding pattern,
A secrete glove compartment…my very own.
For you my Sweet Dream
Forever remain:
In the hush of evening
In the morning rush…
In the wind that howls
You ignite my soul…
Like a candle…
You are my afterglow
You I behold.
Maia Nero
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