listen to the still water of the night.
hear the music of my heart.
you are special so special
you are song of the meadow
you are dripping honey dew
of lust in my heart.
so sweet so warm O'lovely
O'pure flower of my heart.
tears in twilight as then moon
beam of a glow.
shine upon the loveless angel
of night.
she walk in beauty as the
night.
what is love but love is her
in the moon lite night
to feel to touch.
to taste your lips wine.
bring joy to my heart to love
angel like her.
Mar 12, 2011
Mar 12, 2011 at 1:48 PM UTC
listen to the still water of the night.
hear the music of my heart.
you are special so special
you are song of the meadow
you are dripping honey dew
of lust in my heart.
so sweet so warm O'lovely
O'pure flower of my heart.
tears in twilight as then moon
beam of a glow.
shine upon the loveless angel
of night.
she walk in beauty as the
night.
what is love but love is her
in the moon lite night
to feel to touch.
to taste your lips wine.
bring joy to my heart to love
angel like her.
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