Gracefully moving across the room
I quietly observe her like the moon
I think to myself it may be too soon
To ask if we could hang this afternoon
Silently floating it seems, dancing free
I gaze in your direction, it's you I see
Sweating profusely, you are my breeze
I will follow you, tripping on your feet
Picturing us, on a golden beach alone
Dreaming of us, a fire red sunset shown
Fantasizing us, under a moonlight zone
Pleading that you, will take me home
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