Take Me To Heavenly Ride.

Where is my dove and why do I dream? Not sunk deep into her, through eyes Where from, comes and what scheme! I am dying for your lovely surprise! Not shot an arrow and wounded not Dreams are encroached, sounded not Am I under the wave of love that ease? Nights are icy blue, me unfrozen freeze. My heart, you honey, where do you dwell? My pillow shrinks and my dreams swell Waiting for you, my heart, thy lub-dub And your twinkling pearls in a dancing pub/ Eyes are closed and lips are tight, right Body is melting, soul is glistering bright Come on-come on, where did ye hide? My slumber! Take me to heavenly ride.