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I can not offer, to you, much
Only the softness of my touch
And how my hands would tremble so
As my love, my passion, starts to show
I can not bring to you the skies
Only the faith within my eyes
Perhaps their message would not be clear
As they express my love in crystal tear
I can not give to you fine art
Only the tender beating of my heart
And how that heart does skip a beat
Whenever I find you close to me
I can not offer, to you, much
Only a promise that I make, as such
That I will love and cherish you
From this day until life is through...
~THE FLOWING PEN~
2-16-06
Only the softness of my touch
And how my hands would tremble so
As my love, my passion, starts to show
I can not bring to you the skies
Only the faith within my eyes
Perhaps their message would not be clear
As they express my love in crystal tear
I can not give to you fine art
Only the tender beating of my heart
And how that heart does skip a beat
Whenever I find you close to me
I can not offer, to you, much
Only a promise that I make, as such
That I will love and cherish you
From this day until life is through...
~THE FLOWING PEN~
2-16-06
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