Delicate, sweet notes stream delicately through the air
Furthermore, floats down to me to hold my gaze.
I notice the lovely, performing voice she has,
It's in the ideal beat with the ideal pitch.
She is astounding all around
with heavenly bruised eyes to spurn,
brown complexion and delicate, raven-like hair
gives the most ideal sort of style
to turn into the hotshot she needs to be
Perhaps like the Sovereign.
I let her take me to a far off land,
where my creative mind streams like the sand.
Perhaps I will be singing like her,
in any case, its difficult to be aware without a doubt
what the fantasy weaver has chosen to make
rather than passing on it to destiny.
Jump into the profundities of satisfaction,
furthermore, burst into this supernatural spot of delight.
Dream-weaver has made me giggle and cry,
he let me into this dream of mine
made of unadulterated, brilliant pleasure.
I never need to leave this blissful land
That fantasy weaver has made.
I would rather not quit dreaming that I could be
As extraordinary a vocalist as that I see.
She's a delightful young lady with dark inundating her
Like the completely dark of night.
Her voice comes down to contact the spirits
Of everybody, and to make them dream
as I do. So I sit back
What's more, let the music wave over me
since she has made me dream.
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Comments (1)
Oh what seemed dreamy turned out to be a nightmare. Very well done!