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Every night I close my eyes and see your handsome face.
I fall asleep and dream that I am in your warm embrace.
I run my fingers through your hair and look into your eyes.
You put your hand upon my face, and I begin to cry.
Trying not to lose control, I quickly look away.
I take a breath and close my eyes, and then I softly pray:
"Dear God, if this is just a dream, I give my life to You.
Please let me sleep eternally and live this whole dream through."
You questioned what was on my mind, but I just couldn't speak.
I placed my hand on top of yours, still resting on my cheek.
I mouthed the words "I love you" as you wiped away my tears.
You told me that I shouldn't cry; you'd always be right here.
Staring deeply in my eyes, you said you love me, too.
Together you and I would make my fantasies come true.
I wrapped my arms around your neck , your hands now on my waist.
Hold me tight against your chest, we're standing face to face.
I feel your breath upon my skin and find it hard to breath;
The time has come, my fight's been won, it's so hard to conceive.
Yet here we are together, standing in each other's arms.
You warm my chill and soothe me, then embrace me with your charms.
"It's not a dream!" I wake and scream; but then I look around.
I'm all alone upon my bed, you're nowhere to be found.
"Here we go again", I sigh, without another breath.
Waking up without you is a fate that's worse than death.
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