Lovers Wish
A splendored thing the mind foresees
Two lovers lay ‘neath the trees
Embraced in each others arms
Engulfed in each others charms
A rich thing lay there before her
More so than frankincense, gold and myrrh
Such beauty lay there before him
To love her is his only whim
To behold a touch so soft and pure
Like doves their racing hearts do soar
Oh, to float with clouds so high
Then lay back and hear each other sigh
If I were her and you were he
I’d love thee till eternity
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