He climbed through my window and he gave me a key it was like he was holding my heart like a Cinderella and a glass slipper where the roses came like flowers but I only saw him for that midnight hour and he said as he looked at me, "I always did love you I just didn't know how to tell you, but that was on me because I never said a thing, I just left it up to your imagination of the thoughts inside of our dreams'', said, my mysterious moon. I responded and said,"You caved in and left a mark on my heart, and I remember all of those times you kissed me back, like it was an afterthought with just one kiss of your lips, and when we locked eyes, it was like I was caught up inside of a mirror, where the looking glass was the amulet of my rose petals'', said, my rose petal dreamer.
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More than just a dream between the rose petals and the BlueMoon
FantasyThe open stars started to shine Like poetry that escaped from mars But now is the moon of the open flame That made my love with you more than just a dream between rose petals and a BlueMoon.
