Waking from an everlasting dream
Immersed in twilight falling through the looking glass to me this seems a dream.
Yet to dream seems to be akin to loves eternal spell.
Rivers of milk and honey run freely through the gardens in which we frolic and play, this magnificent scene seems to real to be a dream so my love is it a spell or a dream.
Each night we fall into this everlasting dream spell.
eternal love eternal peace a promise made true by the goddess Aphrodite herself...