Next To Me
There is something special... In the way she says my name. I am under her sweet command. There is something special... She is my heated flame. Next to me I feel her there... BeforeI wake. She is calling out to me... Always. There is something Unique... About the way she smiles. She is in every dream I live. There is something Unique... In the love she has to give. Next to me, whenI am away... calling out my name. She is in every thought. I am moth to her flame. She is always next to me... She is my blessing... The icing of my cake... This salads favorite dressing. Next to me... Next to her. I am so damned lucky.
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