The word, the same word you often whisper,
/ Takes me where sweet dreams murmur,
/ Analyzed all in the heart, I eagerly listen,
/ And thoughts of pleasant days never lessen,
/ And pulses of warm sighs in mind glisten,
/ Swifter than passionate stormy guesses,
/ Haunted by the joy the heart never misses, sign in to read more »
2018-08-24
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