The music drifts into my senses
And the crescendo washed over me
Like the sweet fragrance of morning
I am transported to another place in time
When we were together and so much in love
I feel your hands upon my flesh
Two bodies becoming one
Two spirits entwined in a passion’s embrace
My heart quickens
And soars to meet yours
Nothing can ever make me so
Intensely aware of my beating heart
You are my fantasy, my reality
Everything about you is all that I need
You are the melody that was missing from my life
The chord that bounds my heart in love and passion
For life without you, is no life at all
Come to me my love,
Take me to that magical place
Where only you and I exist
I am yours until time is no more
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Reviews of "Music of the Heart"
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 26, 2011
If wishes count, I am sure he is on his way now. Nicely done.
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