Like a young ******
racing in the bush with my wedding dress
will I pant after my groom
for he is more perfect than ten thousands of them
His love has killed me
I am no longer mine...
no, I refuse to be mine
My groom is the fairest of them all
oh the day I finally see him
I will leap for joy.
For he has me in his mind so do I
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 1:41 AM UTC
Like a young ******
racing in the bush with my wedding dress
will I pant after my groom
for he is more perfect than ten thousands of them
His love has killed me
I am no longer mine...
no, I refuse to be mine
My groom is the fairest of them all
oh the day I finally see him
I will leap for joy.
For he has me in his mind so do I
Like fire in my heart