Every night I dream of you,
\nI hate my dreams.
\nnot real: why are you not mine?
\nOnly the taste of your crimson lips can give me satisfaction.
\nMoist lips I have never kissed,
\nI hear your melodic voice in the wind,
\nYour joyful laughter warms me inside,
\nBut it has been so long since I have been with you.
\nThere is an emptiness inside:
\nWhy won’t you fill it for me?
\nI continue dreaming.<\/p>\n
I run into you on the street,
\nYour hair shines in the sun,
\nSmiling at me you make small talk.
\nYou touch my arm, pure rapture,
\nMy heart beets fast.
\nI hear small birds chirping as cars go by.<\/p>\n
You talk to me of your life,
\nHow things are going well,
\nWhat plans you are making for the future.
\nI hear everything.
\nBut I am lost in your eyes, falling into your soul,
\nGolden and safe I fall inside of you,
\nLosing touch with what goes on around me,
\nAnd I want to pull you close and kiss those lips,
\nYet all this is fantasy, time for you to go on,
\nnever knowing how I have loved you my whole life.<\/p>\n
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