Its Name is Love.

Beyond the horizon, one will see a dream.
A beautiful dream of you - is what I see.
Could this be magic, or is it you?

Delightful shivers hug my raging heart as this dream departs.
My hands begin to shake as I beg you to wait.
Yet you still fade - towards a timeless day aside endless waves.

A nightmare arises out of every beautiful dream.
Yet our souls seem to scream for more pitiful holes.

O, this nightmare creeps in to my heart and doesn't hesitate to tear it apart.

I beg you, make it stop.
What is this pain?
It has a name.
Its name is Love.

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