Unfinished
The smell of fresh picked roses radiates my room
The sky is illuminated by the light of the moon
Through the open window comes in a cool summer breeze
And the wind makes music with leaves on the trees
Looking out the window with my cheeks in my hands
Soon I drift off into my own little land
Always the dreamer, as most people would say
I imagine my life, had I chose another way
My mind drifts away as I think about our life
If I ran away to be with you and became your wife
And then I think of a life wrapped in your embrace
And waking up every day to the smile on your face
If I heard your laugh, would it make me weak?
Would my legs buckle whenever I heard you speak?
If I looked into your eyes, could I see into your soul?
Could I make you howl like a werewolf when the moon is full?
A gentle sigh escapes from my pink lips
And I release my hair from its butterfly clips
With an aching heart, I look up to the sky
And I long for you so much it makes me want to cry
The wind starts to whistle and I hear a sad song
Singing to me the lyrics that I've known all along
With my face in my hands, I let the tears stream
This is what happens when lonely women dream
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