Standing in the drapes of time,
Memories of love sublime.
I’ve been here before,
My heart knows the score.
The warmth of your embrace,
The joy of a special place.
I feel you close,
No matter how far I go.
The memories of our love,
Are far too precious to measure.
A flame that won’t die,
An eternal fire, undying.
Standing here in the drapes of time,
My heart remains true,
I’ll always carry you in my heart,
Until the day I find you again
others may seem gay and certain
steering one unbroken line
it will prove as trail as mine
About the Creator
The Blue Velvet Frequency Dream
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