Sweeter dreams

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My souls is a mirror your's the reflection

I promise my love with every spoken inflection

Rest assured that within these words lies no deception

Passion burns through my veins like an infection

My heart stands ready for you to give it inspection

My only wish is to someday be your selection

Within my heart you dominate every election

I long to give you every ounce of my affection

To hold your hands without the need for correction

To correct within your mind any misconception

To be yours would be sweeter than any confection

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