Endless
Come to me my darling
Let my kiss your face
And shower you with lilacs
Too many for a vase
I love the person who you are
I long to hold you tight
To carry you when you are tired
To sing to you goodnight
To take your burdens as my own
To do things as a team
To love on you with all my might
To live with you my dream
Your troubadour is waiting
His pen is in his hand
Ascribing poems day and night
To you his lady grand
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