Whispering love songs I embrace the moon
The stillness and silence of your hands on my face
Cupping my cheeks to hold my tears
Their feathery touch makes my blood sing.
Days of silence, days of waiting and feeling empty
Your touch is the beginning of a fiery emotion and gives way
to tears of joy.
Sweet dreams of love
Anna Maria
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