I Blow My Kiss
With the wind this eve, I blow my kiss
in perchance it makes your door
It will sit and wait with the olive tree,
the crimson rose, and all that you adore
and in your morn when you appear
it'll land softly 'pon your cheek
there it'll rest til the day is done
surrounded by mystique
In the midst of night it'll start to speak
as you begin to doze and dream
of a life so sweet and a love so strong
under stars that shine and gleam
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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