In my dreams you hold me close,
I am the thing you love the most,
The nights we shear the days we play,
The weeks and months just fade away.
In my heart your name is etched,
Whittled down till no mores left,
I’ll always have a space for you,
I hope inside you feel it to.
In your arms I feel at home,
Not lost in space all on my own,
Left to wonder hells hot fire,
Instead I’m here for your desire.
In your eyes I see my face,
And know that I am in my place,
With you my love I will grow old,
Our majestic love could not grow cold.
Copyright © Katanna Boleyn