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Like a synchronized dance,
You dance in and out,
You're dancing through my mind,
In and out.
Your eyes flash through my mind,
Smiling, caressing, daring,
With a hint of mystery.
They reveal an emotion I dare not name.
Whether its love or hate,
I dare not decipher.
I dare not, in case I'm wrong.
In and out you spin,
In and out.
Your laughter is what I hear,
Your voice is what I feel,
And your smile is what I see.
One, two, three,
One, two, three,
In and out.
You still affect me so!
When I see you!
A kinda hush seems to come about,
Almost as if I've been engulfed by a huge wave
and seemed to be saved
by looking in your eyes.
Knowing that as long as its your eyes I'm looking into,
I won't need to worry about having to breathe.
Then the moment breaks and all sound and awareness flooding in,
reminding me of where and who I'm with.
Reminding me again that I'm head over heels with a man
I cannot be in love with!
I COME UNBOUND TO THEE
OH TO LOOK UPON YOUR FACE
HOW CAN  IT BE?
YOU A MORTAL,
CAN SET MY HEART APACE
ALMOST AS THOUGH I'VE ENTERED THROUGH A PORTAL,
INTO A LAND UNKNOWN.
I FEEL AS THOUGH I'VE FLOWN.
HOW CAN IT BE THAT I CAN FEEL AS THOUGH MY TONGUE HAS BEEN TIED
YET CARESSED AT THE SAME TIME?
Oh so tender my love
Lie me down
Under the moonlit sky
Make me yours
As the der drops collect around us
Soft as the flowing stream
Let me hear you whisper my name
Let me feel you as your peace fills me
Love me as soft as the falling snow
Make me yours
As the scent of wild flowers fills us with their sweetness
Make me yours
As their scents are planted in our memories
Make me yours
As the snow drops imprint on our hearts
Make me yours
As the dew drops softly slide onto your tongue
Make me yours
As I make you mine.
During this I think of you,
Sweet butterfly kisses
The memories are but few.
During this I think of you,
Sweet butterfly kisses
The memories are but few.
Honey bee, honey bee,
How I wish you would come to me,
But I know I must set you free.
Because it is your sting that frightens me.
A yellow and black butterfly has returned,
But last time I was burned.
But it's for you I yearn.
Honey-bee, Honey-bee
You know it was you who helped me,
Did you not see?
Yet I must set you free.
Why has fate been so cruel
to fuel
My love for you?
Do you feel it too?
That fate has been cruel,
And played us for fools?
That we want the ones we cannot have,
Yet we crave.
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