What are you doing now,
Within the heat of night,
As I sit and dream of you
Painting your image by my side?

Do you ever think of me,
The way I do of you now —
Always bound with a subtle smile,
And a feeling of internal warmth.

My wish to hold this vivid dream
Within my arms throughout the night,
Is only improved by the growing thought
Of it someday becoming tangibly real.
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