Wounds of the flesh heal slowly,
scars haunt night images within sleep.
Dreams overflow ones spirit peacefully,
waking a fragile love once hidden so deep.
Watching guard in the lone, cold night
a silent Dragon Slayer, so solidly, stands
Holding fast the fragile love,
so tenderly, within his hands.
Once hushed, now softly woke,
the delicate fragile love blooms.
As eyes meet and fingers touch
a firey hot passion within each looms.
by... Donna Shari... copyright 2001
Music..."Daddy's Hands"
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