Day turns to night,
My love calls my name.
I turn and see him standing there,
Framed in the light
Of the setting sun.
He holds a rose,
And he takes my hand,
Then we fly away.
Gods how I love him,
Gods how I need him,
This midnight angel of mine.
He cannot even know
My heart is wholly his,
And his alone.
It always will be,
Just as I belong to him,
So too,
Does he belong to me.
 
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