He Touches My Soul (French Retourne)
His heart reached out to touch my soul
Resonating warmth fills my heart
His eyes are as black pools of gold
Handsome ~ statuesque~ work of art
Resonating warmth fills my heart
The passion flows from deep within
Our mirrors of the soul are locked,
A genteel kiss cannot be sin
His eyes are as black pools of gold.
My heart does soar like a lark
His touch to me ~ tender yet bold
From this love I will not depart
Handsome ~ Statuesque ~ work of art
His caring soul fills to the brim
He is the true beat of my heart
How I grin when I think of him
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