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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.