more along the lines of the love i have quailed
while dying to cradle every dream of you
so often in my heart these lonely dreams have wailed
an immeasurable depth which can be fathomed by few
my heart is for the way you always shone your deep soul
then lingered the essence of forgotten things
more along the lines of what would make us whole
while listening to the truth of how such beauty sings
we've grazed along the thoughts of all breadth and height
pouring the theme of each time we'd feel blessed
oh, more along the lines the very reason i write
of you my belovéd and the ways we confessed
while dying to cradle every dream of you
so often in my heart these lonely dreams have wailed
an immeasurable depth which can be fathomed by few
my heart is for the way you always shone your deep soul
then lingered the essence of forgotten things
more along the lines of what would make us whole
while listening to the truth of how such beauty sings
we've grazed along the thoughts of all breadth and height
pouring the theme of each time we'd feel blessed
oh, more along the lines the very reason i write
of you my belovéd and the ways we confessed
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