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In Dreams: Written Inside the Mind of Her Lover

By C'iana

The raven locks about her head enframe a golden face,
Her eyes so round and shining there,
All problems they erase.

Her ruby lips upon her face,
Awaiting thee to kiss,
The ways I long to hold her close,
Seeking endless bliss.

Her face alight with beauty,
Her body of striking form,
With my head upon my pillow,
I stay with her til morn'.

She never speaks to me at all,
Though I may beg and plead,
For she is only a midnight dream,
And she is all I need.

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