walks through my dreams
She walks through my dreams,
a vision rare,With starlight tangled in her hair.
The moon grows shy; it cannot compare,
To the glow she carries everywhere.
Her smile, a sunrise, gentle and bright,
Turns my darkness into light.
Each glance she gives feels soft and warm,
A quiet harbor in life’s storm.
...
a vision rare,With starlight tangled in her hair.
The moon grows shy; it cannot compare,
To the glow she carries everywhere.
Her smile, a sunrise, gentle and bright,
Turns my darkness into light.
Each glance she gives feels soft and warm,
A quiet harbor in life’s storm.
...