In His Arms

Red flowers in green field,

new day yields new dreams revealed.

Hand in hand we walk,

on the avenues of a city far off.

We embrace in love,

lips part at the slightest touch.

Longing fulfilled,

these two bodies dance at night.

I feel his weight,

I want more.

Love found,

after so many years.

Love shared as night reveals,

stars and moon above.

Touch and kiss,

and so much more.

This a dream,

nothing more,

but a dream it is

I wish were more.

May I find love someday

in his arms.

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