I stand in the breeze,
As it blows
Through the hills and meadows.
My cares and worries doth it ease.
For past my ear,
The sweet name whisper
A sound that makes my heart race faster.
This melody I long to hear.
Golden wings lift me
To fly with the angels
Through the sun-soaked clouds.
I sail on and on through the moonlit lake.
If dreaming, I pray I never do wake.
For while you lie here
Inside my loving embrace,
I am lost,
In this thing they call, Love.
And you know what?
If this, is how it feels,
Then I don't want to be found.

I'd like to join you on this adventure!
The imagery is so appealing. 



congrats on the HM. i would make a small suggestion here and i find myself making it often, nothing personal
i think it might be taken into consideration of not starting every line with a capital letter if it isn't a new sentence, just seems to read smoother like that












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