Lead me to her open arms,
that, with
brightest smiles
of caring love, will hold you.
Take me to her sweet voice,
that will listen to you cry
and bless you with, "I am here".
Take me to our love,
my aurora;
a place called home, each night
we hold our hands in prayer.
Lead me there Baby, I love you,
whilst pastures of time 'green'.
Take me to 'then I held you',
in my arms and never let go.
Where your little head will feel,
the sweet annoyance
of my lips.
Where our eyes will touch
and never let us seperate again.
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 10:58 AM UTC
Lead me to her open arms,
that, with
brightest smiles
of caring love, will hold you.
Take me to her sweet voice,
that will listen to you cry
and bless you with, "I am here".
Take me to our love,
my aurora;
a place called home, each night
we hold our hands in prayer.
Lead me there Baby, I love you,
whilst pastures of time 'green'.
Take me to 'then I held you',
in my arms and never let go.
Where your little head will feel,
the sweet annoyance
of my lips.
Where our eyes will touch
and never let us seperate again.
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