I was born to fight dragons in their dens.
To pick you flowers from hills and glens.
Tell you tales to laugh away your sorrows
To dream with you thru lazy tomorrows.
Walk as one, barefoot along sandy shores,
As sea and stars whisper music scores.
Searching for your kiss by a moonlit sea.
This is our destiny of love and our fantasy.
~By the Irish Warlock~Copyright © 2004 - Irish Warlock, All Rights Reserved.
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