All
Holding me close filling the places needed the most.
Making me fall in love floating on wings of a dove
Marking me as your own, making sure that the mark is shown,
For all to see the love that you have in me.
When I am pushed I don't worry,
When I am pulled it feels good,
Cause the comfort you give does just what it should.
Secure, provide, sustain, and most of all heals all the pain.
Yes sometimes I lose sight and get off track, but that love, oh, that love,
Keeps me coming back.
Fed me, fed me, till I can't tack no more.
Fed till I am all pure.
Of mind, of body, and of reflection.
I want to be a walking perfection, of you, oh God, please do.
All that is written, all that you see far, all that will invoke me and get me there.
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