as i lay on my bed thinking of my beloved
my heart falls over my eyes like a granted spell
tears fall on to thy soft lips that my homecoming hero will soon forfill
night becomes day and day becomes night so slow tis like waiting for the sun to bleed.
i can not send for my hero for i do not know him as my own
i know him from my dreams
he does not know how much i love him
when he does ride up that homecoming path and forfill my lips with that soft pure kiss
i will tell how much i love him and he will never leave that homecoming path or i will not have to send for him
for he will be mine to treasure forever and ever.

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