Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
In my head a silent angel sleeps as I listening to the essence
lost souls waiting in the dark hoping for the second coming
You’re the essence in love the poem in my heart
So wonderful are dreams when dreaming of you your
I fell for a vision in a dream it was more stunning
the essence of your beauty permeates my soul
Kiss me as your lips burn with whispers to my heart
Physical misery torments me impaired for life my body is weak my lips tremble
the essence of your love permeates my soul
Is it the horsy ride that makes you giggle in dreams or the flying spoon open the hatch
If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up
Loving you madly with kisses picture sweet in a frame of glass and wood
We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe
The most beautiful song I’ve ever heard is the sound of sighs