Our Love
Like a sigh, your love runs soft, well
Vast as the seas, both warm and good
One tear bids the soul fear of hell
Wade o’er the dark, o’er the deep wood
Pray for the hush of a fond morn
Like a sigh, your love runs soft, well
Rich, in hues of glad gold that’s torn
From lush fall, when each page will tell
Your kiss, your feel, for you I fell
When I met you, I just knew, dear
Like a sigh, your love runs soft, well
Due to you, I did not need fear
Love like this will let go of pain
Heal the one who has seen the cell
So we can beat each drip of rain
Like a sigh, your love runs soft, well
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