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HEAVEN

I want to steal you tonight
Give you wings so we can fly
To somewhere where one night is forever
I hope forever will be enough
I hope we make it to  heaven

I want to hold your hands
Dance the night away
Above the moon and the stars
I want you to understand the pulse of love
I hope we make it to heaven

We may never be strong the same
Time may have eaten some of the flame
I may have broken some promises, but I kept some
I may have also made you cry, but I also tried to make you laugh
Yesterday not withstanding, I hope tonight we make it to heaven

I want to remind you of the words of our old poems
I hope the melodies trickle like water from a gentle fall in the middle of a perfect paradise
No-matter what the past has painted,
I hope tonight we make it to heaven

I wish to remind you of the melody of our giggle by the river
The music the crickets made with the sound of our heartbeats
I hope you remember the sound of blood rushing in my veins and the beauty of our blood shot eyes
I hope this night reminds you of our perfect
I hope tonight we make it to heaven

Old love is cold but still gold
It may be hardened by time and storm but the heart of love is still tender and it throbs
Whatever the outside looks like, it is old and yet pure gold
Let the light of love shine tonight
Let us make it to heaven

This night let us make a vegan dinner
Light the candle, set our table above the clouds leaving all beef aside
Above the storms of the past and in the view of the promise of the future let love reign
Let us watch the candles flicker making our eyes glow like gods
Love, let as fly tonight and make it to heaven

Amore
Let  us leave the world be hind for a moment like forever
Rise above terrestrial glory to celestial limitlessness
Hold our hands
Let us fly and love in heaven

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