The Dream by Lunaeclipse

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									The Dream
By Eclipse

What if love were wrought from precious stone,
It would in safety rest alone. The world destined not to touch or feel. Where thieves break and steal. But love is made from more than finest gold, A priceless union of two hearts to each other sold.

If I had one wish in the earth before I die,
I would not linger, I would not lie. It were for one thing, I could not for less: To hold you and touch you, my lovely goddess. For we have what cannot be stolen, And we have what cannot be lonesome. The wish of the caress of our lips, BEHOLD! the world at our fingertips.


								
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