Ceiling beams wooden floors
Fur blankets satin sheets
Lace curtains sliding doors
Velvet covered seats
Once in time there was yours and mine
And an exchange of yellow flowers
But hopes climb, promises Divine
And soon there's only "ours"
Don't need no shrine
No place to dine
Things that can be exhanged
For a dollar sign
Don't need no chrome no golden dome
Or sparkly gowns so fine
You are my heart my soul my own
My single measure of time
You are my platinum my silver my gold
Darling, you are my home
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
Ceiling beams wooden floors
Fur blankets satin sheets
Lace curtains sliding doors
Velvet covered seats
Once in time there was yours and mine
And an exchange of yellow flowers
But hopes climb, promises Divine
And soon there's only "ours"
Don't need no shrine
No place to dine
Things that can be exhanged
For a dollar sign
Don't need no chrome no golden dome
Or sparkly gowns so fine
You are my heart my soul my own
My single measure of time
You are my platinum my silver my gold
Darling, you are my home
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