Flightless Bird
Your love has made me weary
Your eyes do light the way
Your lips must taste like berries
Or chocolates far away
Your hair smells like vanilla
Just ask me and I’ll stay
To hold you in my strongest arms
And in the grass we’ll lay.
I love your voice the sweetest sound I’ve heard in all my years
So hold my hand, do hold it tight, we’ll make it through our fears
Or even when you still have doubt you’ll see my drying tears
So please give me a chance to redeem my dying love
For I have nothing left, but cheers and a flightless dove.
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