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Where do I start,
or even begin;
about the topic of a heart,
one that I must win?

Don't conclude just yet,
because this love may never be;
but don't worry, or even fret,
I'll find a way, for my heart to fly free.

Soaring through the air,
my spirit has not a care;
not a wish or a neigh,
it's open, to any of love's way.

Just as it is in the dreams that I dream,
I'll find her sweet call, beaming down on me;

and when that day comes, when its song heard,
not one can feel the joy, that I'll express like a bird.

Again to the air, I'll carry my heart,
and there it will begin, everything may start;
that of our romance, so pure and so free,
we'll have each other, until time ceases to be.

So hold onto that thought love, hold to it dear,
I'm always here, always there, and forever near;
for though I can only dream of you, I know you're true,
because it's only in those dreams, that you can really say, "I do."

Only in those dreams, that I prepare for that day,
where our romance is peaked, hearts in full sway;
Radiantly you will shine, and beautiful you'll be to me,
just like every other day, but on that day, you'll see.

For on that day, when we're united at last,
you'll know what I mean, when our vows are cast;
because to me you must see, what beauty I view,
and in that beauty, you must acknowledge, how much I think of you.

You're my world, the woman of my dreams,
and because of that, I now can only beam;
for now it's time for bed, and believe me, love, when I say,
you have no idea, how I've longed and waited, for said time of day...

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