Vivid Dreams of Faded Jeans
There you were right up there
Front and center stage
I looked at you from where I sat
All senses did engage
My eyes fixed on your movements
My ears locked on your song
Vanilla rosebuds in the air
Embraced and held me long
I tasted of your sweetness
Your voice a voice that calls
It grips my inner being
And echoes through its halls
The jeans you wore were faded
You always wear them well
Thoughts of you persuaded
But to you I won't tell
Lately I've been writing
Lots of different things
Most of them are love songs
Through words is how I sing
They're just my way of saying
The things I want to say
Uno, you know, very much
And it's the only way
Where I can get to give you
Some little petit fours
Tiny bite sized pieces
Of sweets from my heart's stores
And though I sense I'm slowing down
Don't take that to mean
I still won't write them now and then
Because of you I still do dream
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