In the music of the night
I closed my eyes and wondered: what you would do with my love? Could you handle being loved by me? do you hope I love you? What do my loving mean to you? Without words, how would you show me, you love being loved by me?
In the music of the same night
I felt a lullaby in my heart as my mind drifted on the realization of a dream coming true. Without consent my lips curved into a smile. The thought of crossing the finish line to arms made to hug me and lips designed to meet mine. That’s amazing!!! The time of torment will be erased. The frustration of keeping desire on a chain will prove well worth it. O’passion of mine that’s boiling like lava at the bottom of a volcano, you’ll get your chance to erupt. The Great Phoenix, will see to that and much more. Beautiful! Beautiful! The realization of a dream coming true. Wonderful! Wonderful! to beat the odds. It’s not by my power. What simple man or army could defeat the universe? An army of men have trouble with a forest wildfire. Ours is only simmering and it still burns. Ours still burns and I can hear the crackling.
In the groove