You, my Love,
Are my heart's desire, Your kisses so sweet Fuel Love's fire: A fire so hot, No wall can contain it, A fire so deep That rain cannot reach it; A fire so holy, My thoughts are purged by it, A fire so consuming That evil must flee it. And as I sit here, Lost in my thoughts Of having you near, I dream of a quest To ensure our eternal rest. But the long night pursues And the clock ceases to tick, My flesh goes limp As I dream of you. And again in the morning, Mind does remember, And the fire grows brighter As my feelings stoke the sleepy coals. Yes, you, my Love, Are my hearts desire, Your kisses so sweet, Fuel Love's fire.
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