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The winds
of time
kept
catching
your
sweet
words.

Blowing
them in
my
direction.

Filling
my heart
with
promises.

Promises
for
tomorrow.

This
heart
began to
surrender.

waking up.

so alive
and
passionate.

waiting
for you
to
invade
my
dreams.

yearning
to lift
you into
my
cradle
of
love.

(c) copyright heather burns