Where
Attention Goes Energy Flows.
Streams
of colour flow,
And
on the wind my affections go.
Some
elixir of the kind I'd know,
Are
stirring me, way down below.
Half
asleep I see a dream,
Of
what the light of love could mean.
And
where we share a running stream,
Of
waters pure and joy so clean.
Destined
for a true romance,
I
keep a check on my advance.
'Cos
here before me a likely chance,
I
spy a hope, in the way you glance.
Prove
me worthy to receive,
All
the love my dreams perceive.
Where
you and I cannot deceive,
The
force of energy that we believe.
In
your eyes I read,
A
message so crisp I ought to heed.
Where
my spirit comes home to feed,
Rewarding
all fountains from that seed.
Told
a story fond of beauty,
Where
finding it becomes my duty.
This
passion draws me to be fruity,
In
the arms of desire, such a cutey.
Bold
as I am to be comely,
And
luxuriate in light of all I see.
Where
what I chose will come to me,
And
angel hearts shall set me free.
There
is a hope ahead,
On
roads that will follow where I tread.
So
I can cherish what is said,
Of
the beautiful thoughts inside my head.
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