This Gentle Touch
Sweetly, softly pressing my lips to thine,
oh my, this is such a precious time.
What a beauty and glorious heaven.
This Gentle touch not to be forgotten.
Like an ancient myth from above,
this kiss, a blessing of your love.
Nothing ever can compare.
A simple tease like this isn't fair.
Pure jealousy the red rose buds possess,
beaten them in a challenge to caress.
T'is only a dream in the moonlight.
Perfect is the symphony I can't fight.
On my heart, this memory I'll treasure.
For only you can bring this pleasure.
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