In Gold Dust Ink

Oh what dreams I can conceive
To live the life that cannot be,
I close my eyes and drift away,
Dip my pen in gold dust ink,
A fairytale begins to weave
A love that grows as pure as gold,
So soft to touch with shining glow
To bend, to mold, to take control
But oh what strength its beauty holds,
A love like this could only be
A dream, a vison sent to me,
Flowers bloom caressing tenderly
Embracing love with angels breath,
Ones emotions running wild and free
With love that only in a dream could be.

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