She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees
Within truth is seldom told from the
I confess my love for all to see I ask for your hand
Feelings concealed behind a disguise falling from love those sweet
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are
Visions in the dust the shadows smirk in the darken dawn to memories lost
spoken secrets in star dust are fading dreams in a haze
Loving you madly with kisses picture sweet in a frame of glass and wood
In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit
we waltz in visions under the stars and share
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
The passing star fades into the night and so does the notion
We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe
Is it the horsy ride that makes you giggle in dreams or the flying spoon open the hatch
