In the mystical magical days of old
When beauty was often bought and sold...
One year has passed,
Our love still blooming...
Roses are red
The sky is blue...
In my dreams,
There’s a house on a hill...
Sometimes I worry
that we won't be OK...
Can you hear me?
The voices calling...
When I was a little girl, lying down to sleep,
I used to pray for a man to one day love me deep...
Our bodies entwined
Your head upon my chest...
Awkward silence
salty tears...
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-to Gavin...
I want you to...
wipe away all my tears...
I'm looking at your picture
I smile, though it's hard being apart...