Grasping my pillow in my sleep a dark voice from within whispers to me

You’re the essence in love the poem in my heart

Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs

Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart

The agonizing feeling of misgivings there’s no coming back

Nothing to touch nothing to caress only a void

With this wish I wish tonight that you and I could catch a ride on a meteorite

at the end of the rainbow make-believe is real and true love

Traces of distrust from tainted thoughts search for answers

Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are

No one cares as the rose peddle falls no one can see the silhouette

Lost pages of love torn and tattered empty lines I’ve read

spoken secrets in star dust are fading dreams in a haze

The passing star fades into the night and so does the notion

She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees