And Lots of It
Come and be my little dove
We'll fly away on wings of love
We'll aim for heights not reached before
Alone with you my heart can soar
And freely beat for whom it longed
Together now, so far beyond
The days it used to pine and ache
Now there's only love to make
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2024
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