30. Live in Paradise

Hold me
Caress me
Whisper to me
That you love me

Veil the darkness
Cover me with warmth
Shield me from uncertainty

I’ll reach out
Take us out
From conformity
Honestly

I’ll show you the way
Day by day
Heaven’s sway
Don’t go away
Just stay
And I’ll take you away
From the everyday
To Heaven’s bay

I’ll carry you
Sweep you off your feet
So let go
And we’ll just flow

Ride the waves of time
As it passes us by
So we can slip
Into the calm of the night
Gently resting
In the moonlights embrace

Let me melt
In your arms
Hold me tight
Close to your heart
Beating to the rhythm
To the dance
The dance of life

Our lips meet
Pressed on tight
For a kiss, goodnight

Muah!

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