Midnight dishes and I am mopping the floor,
I spent my morning dreaming of my forevermore.
I'm in the kitchen dancing and singing silly songs
wishing you were truly here in my arms.
Midnight dishes and I am mopping the floor,
I spent my morning dreaming of my forevermore.
Your energy turns this bitter winter to spring
like the magic of a beautiful dream.
Takes to the wind and sets my soul free.
Silence in the circle,
round and round I go,
reaching for your hand,
like a troubled Van Gogh.
Closed the door on yesterday,
the chapter begins a new.
Like the writing of the heart,
scripting sweet love for you.
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