Along and called out my name.
Wasnt I enthralled? I was, I swear
But what is it that now I hear.
It was a dream that I lived
In eternity it seemed.
Your heart was mine;
Your smell was more intoxicating than wine.
What was it? A passion or
Madness or love.I ask for
It now but all I get is silence
And deep sense of peace so dense.
I guess that was madness and
More so as now when I hold your hand
I feel happiness and satisfaction O Dove
And I feel that this is True Love.
And deep sense of peace so dense.
I guess that was madness and
More so as now when I hold your hand
I feel happiness and satisfaction O Dove
And I feel that this is True Love.
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