You remind me of something sweet, something old and refined, a gent from long along, a taste that’s lasting, one to thing about, and one to know
Your heart is of yesterday, all the while your voice soothes a woman’s soul, as well as her heart, you are why the sunset so beautiful and it’s rises with Clare, yes you are what dreams are made of, and what a thought is meant to be,
Just a kiss from you and the body temperature raises, given this woman something to talk about,
Your diviner smile sends chill in all the right places, and your touch easies the spin, yes your what dreams and thoughts are made of, why little girls build their wishes on a white night,
You’re the dark handsome prince we think of, you’re a romance novel in this day an time, it’s you and only you that keeps wishes alive, and hope surrounds your whisper, you’re a read, a man that has walked out of a movie, yes you alone hold the fate of women that think of you,
Your tall, your stride turns heads, as you walk into a room, you, your noticeable, in every way, and without trying you bring a woman to her knees,
Diviner you are, and you keep my mind afloat, your what keeps romance alive, and what captures this woman’s soul, so I send you this kiss on a letter address to Mr. romance. From a woman’s dreams,
Facing imprisonment in 2061’s dystopian Manhattan, Cori Christopher is given the opportunity to time travel to Occupied Paris in 1941 to try and save singer Noel Matheson, leader of the Cafe Violette Resistance, from Nazi destruction…and perhaps save
smooth...and love the line: "why little girls build their wishes on white nights"
so much depth!!