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Jul 2010
I want to be the one who serenades your heart strings
and let your true beauty shine through all the seems
no rush, no need for wedding bells and big rings
just a steady yearning to hear what your soul sings.

.. ..

The chorus plays, while the echo’s spent

I want to be the one even if not heaven sent.

.. ..

A hug, a kiss, eyes slowly close as we connect lips

And the passion pulses from toes to finger tips

I pull you in tight with my hands on your hips

Lock eyes, stare deep and absorb this bliss.

.. ..

I never thought you’d capture every bit of me

But your smile holds tight onto my everything.

.. ..

I want to be the one who serenades your heart strings
and let your true beauty shine through all the seems
no rush, no need for wedding bells and big rings
just a steady yearning to hear what your soul sings.
Written March 23, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
Written by
James M Boyer
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