What's Meant
Speak to me, not of weather
Speak to me, not of events
Speak only of us, my dear one
For which our tongues were meant
Look at me not ill favored
Look at me not with disgust
Look at me only, my dear one
As our gazes were meant just for us
Touch me not, out of worry
Touch me not, just to shove
Touch me only, my dear one
To express our heart felt true love
So when alone, my lovely
As dreams come pounding through
Dream of me, my dear one
As I shall be dreaming of you
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