the day, she's bright and filled with glee
but envying the night
for what thoughts of you came to me
from depth to greater heights
amid the heaven's where we strove
for long forgotten dreams
where wedded bliss sublimely wove
of breath and comely themes
i so much so adore you, love
and need for you to know
that evermore you'll be thought of
and i'll not let you go
please let me know your fragile heart
to have you here for keeps
'til death may due our souls apart
and beauty softly sleeps
but envying the night
for what thoughts of you came to me
from depth to greater heights
amid the heaven's where we strove
for long forgotten dreams
where wedded bliss sublimely wove
of breath and comely themes
i so much so adore you, love
and need for you to know
that evermore you'll be thought of
and i'll not let you go
please let me know your fragile heart
to have you here for keeps
'til death may due our souls apart
and beauty softly sleeps
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