BUTTERFLIES AND SWEET DREAMS

A moment together filled with butterflies and sweet dreams.

Like the dark wind of the night,

You left the poet in my heart wanting

As you sang your song...

“If music be the king of love,

Then laughter is it’s queen.

And if what was behind us is now in front 

Then the murky waters of truth are now clean."

So we dove deep and held on to the ocean’s floor.

Turning cartwheels through the opened door.

And just like the wind of the night,

You left the poet in my heart once more.

And sang once again...

“If music be the king of love,

Then laughter is it’s queen.

And if what was behind us is now in front 

Then the murky waters of truth are now clean.”

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8-6-20