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Loving you is like torture 
a deep searing pain 
scrambling up my emotions 
the signals to my brain

Wanting, no needing you by my side 
I want you
to be my Bonnie and I'll be your Clyde

The heavens are in awe 
of the love we truly share 
Without you 
I'd be a mere shell of despair

One day the sun will set 
and my last breath I will take 
My life was filled with torture 
loving every minute of it 
make no mistake

I'll be waiting for you in heaven 
my sweet baby girl 
our love is boundless 
not controlled by this world

We will dance together 
forever just me and you 
our love together 
is timeless, deep, passionate and true
My life is over as I know it
I'm in love with a poet
She hides away at night
deep in her shell
So her sordid tales
she can tell

I read some lines with disbelief
Feeling sadness, feeling grief
It doesn't have anything to do
with love or trust
I don't want other men
for her to lust

His Awakening, Midnight Lover
Are these words just a cover?
It's not her
it's definitely me
I have some kind
of deficiency

Just keep on writing
I understand
to be the queen
sure must be grand

Before I end this
I request one thing
if you are the Queen
can I be your King?
I don't wear gloves when I plant my Spring flowers.
I like to feel the soft, warm soil.
I like to feel where the roots go.
Deep, deep below.
I don't mind having dirt under my fingernails.

I like feeling the sunlight on my hair.
And hearing the birds sing in the air.
While I plant beauty in the soft, warm earth.
I don't mind having dirt under my fingernails.

I like to feel the soft, warm soil.
I don't mind having dirt under my fingernails.
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