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Melissa Breanne Aug 2011
Our bodies are creations of God
The heart an instrument of love
A mechanism that's forever bonding
People everywhere; earth and above

My eyes see him always as perfect
And for him, tears they will cry
He's worth all that I ever will own
I don't care if the world questions why

His touch is warm and soothing
More calming than a lonely love song
He's always waiting right by my side
In his hand is where mine belongs

— The End —