Spark
Spare a thought
for me, my love,
while you stare at the distance;
for the spark that was born in your
eyes
lit my senses.
Dream of me, my dear;
press my song on your temples.
Let my voice draw away all your
fears
and embrace you.
As the night extends over the
daylight
please remember
that for a glimpse of your smile I′d
give
my everything:
smiles and secrets, hopes and fears;
tears and wishes, words and
dreams.
Spare a thought
for me, my love,
when you wake from your slumber.
To the spark that was born in your
eyes
I surrender.
@ Stream Of Passion