Thad Wilk


~* Do My Dreams Lie *~


Do my dreams lie, will they ever come true?
I've pondered this, and I believe their real.
I shan't stop dreaming my sweet dreams of you.
There's nothing that can change the way I feel.

You come to me my darling every night.
I taste your love and can feel your caress.
We lay together until mornings light.
Whilst our loving hearts, beat in tenderness.

I believe that my dreams, they do not lie.
'Tis written in the stars above my sweet.
Yes, true love is in store for you and I.
And you alone will make my life complete.

Till then I shall wait for you patiently;
my dreams don't lie, you are my destiny ~

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Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 11, 2014

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