With every breath you take


With every breath I take, I’ll think of you
Of every beautiful thing, I’ll gladly wear your ring
In every individual moment I’ll memorize

Of all the fond memories to which I believe are true
As I lay down on sweet scented lilac satin sheets I will bring
A delightful whimsical swaying as I visualize

With every moment of each and every passing day
I will blow you a kiss and a delicious wish
I’ll be waiting here for you; with every breath I take

I may sing or write you a charming romantic song per say
May your days be filled with a contentment of a fond desires upon your dish
May your cup runnith over with a divine power upon your beautiful
caressed face as you forsake

With every breath you take I’ll think of you
Of every beautiful thing; I’ll gladly hear you sing
In every moment and time may you be blessed in merriment as you memorize

With every breath you take, with every breath you take
With every breath you take, with every breath you take.



Copyright © Theresa Marie C.

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