Perfect Peace

If I can make-believe

that you are here with me,

My hollow head, it starts to spin.

My sleeping heart begins to beat…

And so suddenly, you are

Here, within my very arms…

The sweet scent of you released,

It conjures up that perfect peace.

And soothes the hungry hole

Within my soul.

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