Arms Full of Dreams
I have a man who fills my arms with dreams.
All is as it seems; sweet smelling roses.
Soft, mown grasses on which we can rest,
And watch love pass the test, the test of time.
We are two minds, which can blend to review
A world that is new, each time the sun rises.
Our eyes are shining too, and our lips smile,
As we pause for a while to share our love.
Gentle words spoken and a sweet caress.
More, not less given with a tender kiss.
I love my man, who fills my arms with dreams,
And the bright sun beams down his approval.
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