There's a sweet taste in your quiet steps
Of an apple green mystique
Amarillo starlight above the way
By which you dance and follow its lead
To ignite with passion the thoughts inside
Seeping in the depth of wonder
Of how you mean to ounce my heart
To lace it with love forever
And within this poem I've written for you
I bury you deep inside
The very essence that is my soul
To keep you for all of time
There are no words to say tonight
To you, away in your dreams
As I watch you sleep all I know right now
Is the taste of apple green
Seeping in the depth of wonder
Of how you mean to ounce my heart
To lace it with love forever
And within this poem I've written for you
I bury you deep inside
The very essence that is my soul
To keep you for all of time
There are no words to say tonight
To you, away in your dreams
As I watch you sleep all I know right now
Is the taste of apple green
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