Somewhere I read about this
In a mystery-wrapped tome
That the one you think of last at night
Holds your heart alone.
And in the morning's glow you see him
Before you open your eyes -
He suffuses your soul with warmth
no matter where in the world he lies.
I see you now in the sunlight,
Walking along a misty path...
Your musky scent on my wanton skin
And your smile that lifts my heart.
But whose scent do your memories breathe
Each night before you lay your head to sleep?
In a mystery-wrapped tome
That the one you think of last at night
Holds your heart alone.
And in the morning's glow you see him
Before you open your eyes -
He suffuses your soul with warmth
no matter where in the world he lies.
I see you now in the sunlight,
Walking along a misty path...
Your musky scent on my wanton skin
And your smile that lifts my heart.
But whose scent do your memories breathe
Each night before you lay your head to sleep?
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