Sweet Dreams


Thou knowest my heart belongs to thee ,
That thine eyes should always see ,
Sleep in peace oh my love melt away in sweet dreamy land ,
like floating daisy in a pond ,
May thy vision be of greatness for everything you touch
shall burst into likeness.
May the sun kiss thine face with its softest and sweetest of rays ,
May your chocolate brown eyes dance its seductiveness in the hearts of many ,
May you captivate .
Thy love must be pure with no faults no aches.
Raise your face to the sky , close thine eyes, listen to the wind whisper its song,
Listen with curious ears how its melody mingles with your boyish soul and
when the rain comes my love remember to hold out thine hands ,
So it can dance vivaciously in your palms ,
Sending authentic rhythm to your core .
Sleep well oh amor,
Sweetest dreams and many more .
Sweetest dreams and many more.

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