Pillows & curtains of love

Dear love
Dear gloves
Dear glory
Dear me
Dear you
Derailed from the train, derailed from my dearest, i have prayed over your womb of love, I have spoken to the spokesman of heaven without letting your hand go, Broadway in New York has spoken to me, so i just want another chance to love the way the sun has loved the moon.
Dearest, see through these kingdom brown eyes, eyesight beneath your beauty, just let me see beyond your royal Beauty, oh so lovely are your imperfect performed perfections.