Sometimes I dream about the flickering teasing in your voice,
Running my hands through your river long hair.
The beautiful promises you makes of my heart,
The candlelight words we've spoken in between.
More than often you've dated me with your love,
Shown me beautiful things in my life,
And like a fairy tale story,
Made me believe in all I want to believe about love.
So as you are holding me now,
I am tempted to give you just about everything.
And so long as you are letting me,
It'll have to start with this kiss.
I fell asleep last night with your letters by my side.
There must have been a hundred pages,
Scented with the love I've been dreaming of every day.
So it is true that I read all of them before sleep sometimes,
Just once in a little while,
Slowly like the way I long to caress your lips.
And the softness of your touch haunts my every dream,
Like this longing I have of you,
Burning ever so precariously in this moment of my heart.