Your selfishness love’s it’s compassion in your bizarre world of conceit
She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees
Visions in the dust the shadows smirk in the darken dawn to memories lost
at the end of the rainbow make-believe was real and dreams
The hounds of hell wags their tails while drooling with anticipation
Smoldering Love **** Love’s ashes char the heart
I confess my love for all to see I ask for your hand
So wonderful are dreams when dreaming of you your
Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are
The pretense of deep affection is given as innocence’s is spilled
painful emotions of tainted thoughts that search for answers
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
the essence of your beauty permeates my soul
Only innocence can hold dreams within like the sigh of love
I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped