Morning Feeling
Bring the concept of two ship sailing
Tis the respect of our love failing
Pale in contrast, a picture painting
Heads are lost by two harts fainting
Bring romance but lust is fading
Tis the dance of baiting
This the stance of no rhythm more dating
This is my stance of no more paying
This is your stance our love failing
Tis the chance for walls are breaking
The heart in my chest, sick pains are taking
To bleed the bed of love not making
Bring the hands of our love creating
Cooked in the love of our hearts were baking
Form the land, this love not shaking
This is the stance, love was framing
This is the dance love was pacing
This is the love that kept hearts razing.
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