From my eyes.
Sitting-by the ocean,listening to the waves pass by.
I get the notion,
that maybe we can fly.
Over the crowds,
of endless nights.
Threw the clouds
and the suns blight lights.
Over time,
and time alone.
With love and rhyme,
we can be at home.
If you are truly there,
as in my dreams you are.
Let miles not keep us,
for we are truly never far.
Distance only separates
those destined to be alone.
In my dreams we are destined,
not two but only one.
In my eyes i see a picture,
of the holiest dove.
The one that flies with insight,
insightful of my love.
there is a difference in the words,
of "like and love"'
The first is an eagle,
the second a dove.
An eagle flies high
and never comes down.
a dove brings happiness to sorrow
and a smile to a frown.
I envision us together,
walking hand and hand.
Striding on a moon drenched beach,
making our prints in the sand.
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