I still dream of you.
At night the thrill of your touch
Is everlasting.
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I still dream of you.
At night the thrill of your touch
Is everlasting.
Regrets I carry
are lost in your gentle love
which brings my heart peace.
How can I seduce
one whose former flame's photo
is their wallpaper?
Am I forgiven?
Can you feel undying love
on those golden roads?
This day I feel lost.
Your voice remains in my heart.
Your smile stays with me.
When I speak your name
our brief moment lives again.
Your love still haunts me.