I run my hand through the grass
Laying down in this meadow do green,
I feel the wind caress my face
And I get to wondering,
What it would be like if was your hair my fingers ran through,
And it was your breathe caressing my face
And I feel your love and I feel an ache,
To be near you,
To be with you,
Because that’s where I want to be,
The nature of this meadow
Reflects the beauty that I see in you,
You’re my angel,
And you are my dream,
And as I lay here with my eyes closed, I can see the scene,
Of you laying here entwined with me, in a lovers fantasy.
fauxcroft 
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