Always You
Your love is like a tender flame,
one in which I can't contain.
Your lips are like a violin,
softly playing on my skin.
Your laughter fills my heart with glee,
whenever you are nearest me.
Your dancing flames my desire,
setting my whole world on fire.
Your beauty's grace on me is spent.
almost if you're heaven sent.
You're all that ever turns my head.
and you'll be that way until I'm dead.
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