Passion Boulevard
When I think about the definition of beauty
When I think about beauty that's true
All thoughts lead me down the same boulevard
And that boulevard then leads me to you
Place a kiss on your cheek, brush your lips with my own
Whisper [your name here] at the moment they touch
Breathing in synchrony, composing a symphony
In concert, we tune by the touch
A bow on the strings of a viol
A pluck on the strings of guitars
Savor the sweet sounds of rapture
Ascend to the most distant stars
Floating in weightless existence
The earth a good distance away
I'll come back when this dream is over
Although I wouldn't if I had my say
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