These are my feelings,
For which I'm dealing,
On my knees I'm knealing,
Under the church ceiling,
My skin it peeling,
My heart she's stealing,
Is it a fantasy?
My heart is bleeding,
My soul is pleading,
Her answers impeading,
My life is speeding,
My mind not heeding,
Her kiss I'm needing,
Is it a fantasy?
Her kindness unfailing,
Her face unveiling,
I look at her daily,
My soul is sailing,
This letter I'm mailing,
Her mountain I'm scaling,
Is it a fantasy?
I wish I knew,
Exactly what to do,
I only want to
Get close to you,
But I guess that you,
Will remain my Fantasy.
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