Through ways of simple love
On the wings of a single dove
My mind is carried to heights unbound
Because of the beauty I have found
I will soar with the clouds above
Beauty of this world before unseen
Come to this from a slate clean
My heart is yours to hold
My mind is yours to mold
Let me inside where no one has seen
With passion my heart swells,
Just as God tells,
There should be one body
I want you to be that somebody
To fill my empty wells
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