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You melt my dreams      
As I wake to thoughts I can almost taste      
Tangible as the southern drawl of your voice                  
Memories are life
Like the air I breathe      
Wandering lost in thoughts of you      
Feelings still beating heart strong      
The blue of summer skies      
Your eyes      
My summer's dream      
Born of the hope of love in spring      
Blue jean perfection      
No make, not made up      
Just you summed up in, "Damn!"  
     
Memories these      
Life's tenderest mercies      
The whisper of dreams  

And the feeling there has to be more