Oh Maisie: Your magic and my delight! whish the sun would be, and it would be tonight.
And the flowers I will bring you, the jewels and the gems, the Silver and gold, A world without end.
Dear Robert: Youβre lost at sea, I can see: Youβre love comes from lust And not from me.
Love is not lust. And is nothing to me: Love is my need When you sleep with me.
So Maisie Oh maybe, I read you so wrong! Last night you cried when I sung you that song Cowboys and treasures, a measure of love: The words from the stars From the heavens above
Oh Robert, Dear Robert, the news is this: A chance to touch, feel and Caress - would be bliss. Undress me and taste me, the syrup of love. The sweetness, completeness, Is more than you deserve