Part 3 of the trilogy of 'The Magic Ring'
To dream about you and know,
you are there.
To wake and find you beside me,
with loving care.
To come home to after a hard day's
work.
To sing to at home whilst the day,
goes by.
To have you near when my heart,
reaches out.
Size that magic ring to fit her finger,
with comfort.
And when I am not near hold it up,
to the sky.
And look to the heavens and see the sparkle,
of our star.
That glitter will bring my words of love,
upon the wind.
So when you hear the sound of a breeze,
don't be afraid.
It whispers of love and it is I.
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