this is . . . of you that . . .
It is with the eye
that I see
It is with the heart
that I love
It is with the mind
that I dream
that I see
It is with the heart
that I love
It is with the mind
that I dream
Again your precious eye captures me and my hope becomes like the sun Burning gloriously...as the life pleaser but suddenly, reality is as a cloud. To strike again, ... and gone the warmth... To those dreams lived with in hope... By... Simon Auchterlonie
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