The gentle breeze,
Plays across the water.
It carries with it, the hopes and dreams.
Of, the lovers, here, with their children.
It is beautiful.
The dream is carried, by the young at heart.
And what we bring, to the young is a blessing.
Love is what I offer, for the belief we are loved.
Our hearts are pure.
The dream we believe, when we are loved,
Our hearts are pure.
The dream we feel when we are loved,
We can be loved.
The love we feel, is as an angels breath.
We are beautiful.
Our heart yearns to be with the ones we love.
Sweetly, we remember our first kiss, and,
From my lover,
No one is on an island.
We can be reckless.
The shore, is along dear,
We wish to be understood.
Our hearts cannot be compressed.
We believe we are worthy, of love.
We all are,
We are human.
We all bleed blood.
For we are,
The same.
No one is different.
We are all insecure.
And, inside your heart,
You will see someone.
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