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Ticks Of Dream.
Am dreaming of love in a lustful mind,
storming with emotions without passion,
Puzzled by friendship and love
giveth me thy love for joy
giveth me thy will and chance
She is a stranger to an unknown hand,
floating up high like the cloud of a summer morning
She blooms like the morning glory of the Sahara
Did I forget myself
lovers of the twilight.
All in her eyes
a language of love, ploughing the heart ❤️
Here we stand as one, bonded with our differences...
Love tells its tales according to each new relationship,
hold on to me for ours has
just started.....
© Eben .K. Frimpong
storming with emotions without passion,
Puzzled by friendship and love
giveth me thy love for joy
giveth me thy will and chance
She is a stranger to an unknown hand,
floating up high like the cloud of a summer morning
She blooms like the morning glory of the Sahara
Did I forget myself
lovers of the twilight.
All in her eyes
a language of love, ploughing the heart ❤️
Here we stand as one, bonded with our differences...
Love tells its tales according to each new relationship,
hold on to me for ours has
just started.....
© Eben .K. Frimpong
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