There Once Was A Dream, A Dream That Was Burns
Once there was a dream that was Burns and you could only say it in a whisper To hope and pray that one day a dream could come true and could be realized The distant Ancient Highlands would say his name in a whisper and send it along on the north wind, Burns, Burns, Burns
Can you hear the name from within the distant fog and spread about the moors It is a name that history has written within her book with tears of forbidden love that is for sure
Love and hate we are told indeed go hand in hand, throughout the ages of time they both indeed span Burns is indeed a legend, a myth and is truly more than a mortal man His words of love, passion have tested time itself, more than he could have ever planned
He takes his rightful place as a romantic and can be said he was a realist, far beyond his given time His words of passion make you dig down within your heart and soul, you say with a gentle whisper, I wish him to be mine
Many a fair maiden have fallen under his spell, how many through the years, it is hard to tell The promise of true love and devotion pulls at your very soul and is part of the very magic of the spell Without his words and touch your body feels like a distant empty shell
So as you drift through the years remember as it nears your time to pass, there once was a dream, a dream that was Burns and it has been realized
Lady Alexandria
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