Thine own heart be true
For my heart beats only for you
Like the taste of the very finest wine
'Tis the sweetness of your lips as they are pressed to mine
Just as the wind blows the leaves from the trees
The very breath of you brings me to my knees
Like the flowers that bloom in the spring
The very sight of you makes my heart sing
The softness of cotton, rose petals and such
Reminds me of your gentle touch
Like the Angels in Heaven, so divine
'Tis the pleasure I feel
When your body touches mine
Thine own heart be true
I will forever love only you
Copyright © 2003 Shari E Davis
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