Even In My Dreams
Danielle,
I heard you call for me from behind me.
I reached back my hand.
I felt your hand grasp mine.
Even if it was (or is) a just a dream,
I hold on to it.
I love you.
Danielle,
I heard you call for me from behind me.
I reached back my hand.
I felt your hand grasp mine.
Even if it was (or is) a just a dream,
I hold on to it.
I love you.
Monument | Marti Abernathey December 8, 2004
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