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The Wondering Love
Past me not that I have Wondered
By:Hymn. Written-me
Thee of love
an unbridled passion
Yeah of desire
A lovers want
We in love
A foolish conversation
We as one
Means others undone
I sought to be
As we are lovers
I bow from performance
I had been willing
Oh love Devine
Might I be less hated
To be loved
and in love
But not with you
Speak ye as mine
Ione dare not whisper
Oh til then
We part as friends
He who supplies
My weather you wonder
That we may be
Only friends
Oh then to God
I am recketed
In waiting
Abesenace I am
Without
Oh til then
Must stand
Debated
My thoughts and views
Trampled about
My true love
Allan done
To reduce tensions
Ignorant me
My foolish self
To be yours
I wait in wonder
Troubles me
Of then we are
Least and not perfect
Oh to God
And those who had
Troubled most
Redefined
Might than
You desire
Lay with me
Stress me not
But to ones duties
As lover
Friend
And wife
Consider me
In ones
Thoughts and mentions
Pray for us
We better still
Copyright ©
Allan Terry
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