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You're My Blissful Dream

You're My Blissful Dream

Lately, I found myself dreaming.
I've been dreaming about you a lot,
And up in my head, I'm your dream too,
But that's one thing you've already got.
You've got me!

You're Pure,
Don't know what for,
You're turning my head whenever I see you again,
Don't need make-up,
To cover up,
Being the way that you are is enough. You're beautiful,

Angel, you're halo lights up my world like nobody else,
The way that you walk through my life gets me overwhelmed,
I can't think of anything else,
But when I look at you lying alone in bed it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know,

Oh, oh,
You don't know you're pure,
If only you could see with my eyes, what I see laying in front of me,
I see an Angel dreaming before me,
You'd understand why I want to dream of you so desperately,
Right now I'm looking at you, and I can't believe,
You don't know my feelings for you,

Oh, oh,
You don't know you're pretty as a white rose after a warm spring rain,

Oh, oh,
That's what makes you a sparkling Soul,

I've tried playing it cool,
But when I'm looking at you,
I can only be blissful,
'Cause you make my heart feel love.

It seems like I'm constantly dreaming,
'Cause I can't compete with your dreams.

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
 

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