Grownup woman
Little grown up woman,
Standing here by me.
Lonely hours change to sands,
When you came to be.
As the white dove, kisses the sands.
Reaching down to touch the sky,
Brush across your cheek.
Softness pours from lovely eyes,
My metal legs grow weak.
As the white dove kisses the sands.
I stumbled over all my life,
Hidden from myself.
Battle worn and tired of strife,
Forgotten on the shelf.
Your arms across my waters,
Your face across my sea.
My flames are growing hotter,
For you are here with me.
As the white dove kisses the sands
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Grownup woman
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