And to be with thee...my dearest,
Is but mere fantasy,
For tho I love thee,
Heart and soul,
Alas...tis nae to be -
For thou...art but a daydream,
A desire...that doth haunt me,
But such is only,
What might have been,
And nae...reality.
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To be with thee...among the stars,
Floating...in each other’s arms,
Wanting always, e'er to be,
Lovers now...eternally.
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For in our dreams...and fantasies,
We share a love...divine,
That will be heralded in song,
Forever...and all time.
For tho we art...but together in dreams,
There be much more
Than what may seem,
For as I gaze...into thine eyes,
My heart...be lost...to thee -
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And tho it be...mere fantasy,
I long for more...tho it may be,
A secret I must keep till death,
Such will I...willingly.
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But can such things
As we desire,
Find fruition...midst a fire,
Stoked by passions
Upon which we dwell,
Alas, my dear, I canna tell -
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For unto such, I am quite blind,
For fate...would have it otherwise,
For though I love thee
It is...I know,
Make believe...and nothing more.