Awake...
Awake... awake my Princess, It was all just a bad dream.Rub the sleep from your eyes, and let the bright morning sun sear the fog of those polluted memories away.
Awake... awake my delicate blossom.
Rise, stretch and embrace the new day that has arrived.
Let slip the vague, painful residue of those memories into the recesses of forgotten sleep.
Awake... awake my sweet solace.
Hear the birds of the morning pry you gently from your slumber,
So that we may once again bask in each others eyes.
My Princess it is a new day,
Awake to me...
posted by Chef @ 2/17/2006 02:38:00 PM
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