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My Love
He bends his breath around my name
And I am humbled
I feel small and plain
But his arms are angels by his side
You need not ask if they're open, just how wide
His lips are day
And his skin is night
Oooh, and with our love we conjure up the twilight
His fingers are music to my soul
And I feel his song play everywhere I go
My love, my love is on his way
I can't wait to see the day
I thankfully lay me down
Oh, my love, my love is on his way
I'm waiting patiently
But if you see me now
My love, please hurry
He loves with rhythm
And paints with flame
He comes in pieces with no name
I won't need answers, I'll just know
Cause I've read the sonnets about his soul
He can be ordinary in the best ways
And still dance like a poet
Through every word he says
My love, my love is on his way
I can't wait to see the day I thankfully
Lay me down
My love, my love is on his way
I'm waiting patiently
But if you see me now
My love, please hurry
All that I never knew
Can you see me now
All that I never said
Can you see me now
He makes me crazy
He makes me cruel
Oh, but I pray he makes me anything
But a fool
Oooh, my love
Please hurry
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Please hurry
Oooh, my love
But a fool
Oh, but I pray he makes me anything
He makes me cruel
He makes me crazy
Can you see me now
All that I never said
Can you see me now
All that I never knew
My love, please hurry
But if you see me now
I'm waiting patiently
My love, my love is on his way
Lay me down
I can't wait to see the day I thankfully
My love, my love is on his way
Through every word he says
And still dance like a poet
He can be ordinary in the best ways
Cause I've read the sonnets about his soul
I won't need answers, I'll just know
He comes in pieces with no name
And paints with flame
He loves with rhythm
My love, please hurry
But if you see me now
I'm waiting patiently
Oh, my love, my love is on his way
I thankfully lay me down
I can't wait to see the day
My love, my love is on his way
And I feel his song play everywhere I go
His fingers are music to my soul
Oooh, and with our love we conjure up the twilight
And his skin is night
His lips are day
You need not ask if they're open, just how wide
But his arms are angels by his side
I feel small and plain
And I am humbled
He bends his breath around my name
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