Dreams of Love

Dreams of love,
I'm not alone,
I sit and ponder on my throne
Sadness, I am free of

The end of warm arms
Warm fingers,
Caress my skin and lingers,
No regrets, nothing harms

Every night I ponder,
If I will see it again,
The dream, the man;
With whom I maunder.

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