You cross my mind in the midnight hours…

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The dance…

Love is a wild dance.
Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.
Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.
The breaking dawn begin to create separation.
The once perfect dance because distance memory when
love is left behind. Two people depart to different places and shores.

                          I love you…

I whispered to you. I love you my muse.
You are resting peacefully.
Deep in sweet dreams of things lost.
I hear you calling names of people lost in time.
I hold the embrace and understand.
Love need payment.
There are thieves in love and rare moments when we know the paradise of
true love.
You awaken and asked me. Did I talk again and cry in my sad dreams?
I told my sad love. Love is addicting and the longing for the first sweet dance and kiss.
We cannot forget.

                         Goodbye…

She…

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