His Warmth
I thank you always sun and moon, but is his warmth that makes me move
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song;
For each line has read, " hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
For each line has read," hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
I thank you always sun and moon, but it's his warmth that makes me move...
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