A
dream come true would be to wake up to you
To
roll over and stretch and open my eyes,
See
your sweet face and come to realize,
That
it wasn't all just a fantasy like I had thought.
I'd
kiss your eyelids and cheeks and lips,
Wake
you slowly with my hands on your hips.
I'd
love you gently through and through,
Until
you thought all of your reveries had come true.
Then
I'd promise to worship you every day,
With
every fiber of my being, I never do things halfway
Sun
up to sun down, side by side, hand in hand,
There’s
Heaven on Earth, and I can show you firsthand
You
can be my Wendy and I’ll be Peter Pan
So
follow this mischievous sprite to where it all began
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