the drumbeat starts to play
as heartbeats drown as one
like magic confusion goes away
as you took hold of my hand...
like a long-running love song
the mystery of emotions serenade
underneath is one sweet notion:
"maybe love is ours to take."
No trembling hands no butterflies
each look a welcome coaster ride
wonderment's in each quest for answers
the fun's in all the things he hide...
And so she sleeps in softness
of her candy-coated dreams,
of cherry lip gloss kisses;
where all is sweet ---
just as he is.
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