As I Drift
As I drift asleep, A cool breeze whispers through the trees,
I wonder to myself I must have brought your true love with me!
Oh, how I wish I could whisper nearest to those sweet lips, how I miss thee divine scent;
As I grow enraptured by the wild flowers,
I could only think of you my Sweet Wild-Prairie-Flower
plucked fatefully by this ever-trying Gent
Those depth of eyes that seek my soul
seeking to be once again united
that indescribable comfort and warmness you have provided
beyond this simple ring of fire and coal
As my eyes grow weary, my heart seems to see more clearly
This distance from your touch seems far too much
for this simple man to bare
Separated by vast mountains and streams
But tonight, will be a night, I will never forget
My Sweet-Prairie-Flower
You will be the woman of my Dreams
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