The Dream

My waiste line curves just right.
so hold on tight;
to be my wheels
You increase the speed
And I’ll take flight
My wings await the lift you bring
Soaring, our own melody, we sing
in perfect harmony.

Our eyes reflect sunrise, deep in the
nights of heart felt smiles,
like whispers of promise
that can never reach demise.

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