Burning Love
Hear my soul speak, love, the moment I saw you my heart was yours.
I wouldn't want my heart to belong to someone else's heavenly hands.
Hands as soft and delicate as diamond, for a diamond, cannot burn.
A heart to love, and in this heart, courage, make this love known, listen to my love. My love burning.
Hear my heart sing the airs of love, the airs of the morning birds. Singing. Singing the melody of the rejoiced city in the dewy morning time of fall. Fall into the smell of autumn winds and baked bread.
Love begins with time, and time creates its spark and fire, the burn of love, ignite my love.
Let the city see our fire and let it see our burn.
Autumn leaves red like the fire we have created love.
Burn down the city with your love. Let them feel your love, let them see you, love.
For only a blind man cannot see her beauty.
But he can still feel.
Feel it, love, feel the heat and fire burn the piles of earth, the piles of sad hearts
Our love is so powerful that it begs to be felt.
This love of mine
This burn of mine
This love on fire.
Mine and mine
Burn.
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