Daydreams


If I could spend everyday in your thoughts, you would know what my happiness is.
And you would be my daydreams, proud and sweet.
My nights would not be cold and trembling.
My warmth would not be beneath these thin sheets.
And the wind that blows about me would be like that breath which leaves your nostrils, gentle and stirring to my heart.

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