Three AM and the night breeze is washing across my face
Cool and honeysuckle scented, it calls to mind those past
Incredible evenings with you and soft Carolina breezes
As the smile plays across my sleepy face, I know that
There will be more of these to come, hundreds if I get my way
Feelings for you so strong they almost seem an impossibility
And I love that they continue to grow, no cessation at all
And I revel that one day, soon, I'll get to hug you again
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