To my love
To my love
I cannot tell as others do
Thou you are a such a pulchritude
The ideal love of glory
You alone you were born
The angel with a gold heart
I shall but love thee in my death bed
My heart can tell how,
The sky can turn blue in daylight
But I will never leave thee sight
The night birds can sing in darkness
But my heart will still tell the same story to your ear
Love can tell when it's real
I will flow in one direction like a river with you
I love thee till the ocean is fold of flags and hung up to dry
If the stars can cause a collision that will be the end of us if we unite
I like those sweet lips of you
The gently, the fade not the fame
To my own native shore
The story of thee love in my Medusa
The hyacinth skin,thee classic lips
To the glory that God praise
And happiness that is home
You can be the servent of my heart
The agate map within thee hands,
The love from the passage of my heart,
That God breeds
For as free the soul can wound
If this love is a story I shall be the writer.
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