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You're my girl it's so true
My heart beats just for you
With laughter that dances like a stream
In every moment you’re my dream
In your presence I find my place
And your smile warm and bright
Chasing shadows bringing joy to my life

And my promise is true
I will always love you and
In all the colors of every hue
Everyvday I cherish you
And I stop and say a little prayer
Just for you so together forever
Let our love flow

From the Lord's morning's light
To darkness at night and
You’re my sweet love song
And every day my heart beats along
And our love will swirl
For now and always you’re my girl.
True Love ❤️ 😍 💖
Witchcraft and wine
it comes so naturally,
and now that you’re mine
I’m going to actually
try my best not to lose it.
If there’s a bomb then I will defuse it.
If there’s an offer I’ll just refuse it.
If there’s a card to play I’m going to use it.
Because you’ve got me under

Your blanket of stars and mysteries,
connecting our scars and histories.
In parked cars both sighing mystically
and back to the park where I was to shy to try anything.

Sorcery and scotch
you put me in a trance.
If you took it down a notch,
I just might stand a chance
that I’m not going to lose my head,
even with my cheeks burning red
getting brighter as you quietly said
“I’ll meet you tonight in our bed.”
Depriving me of slumber

With your healing touch and cosmic skin,
I’m within your clutch and freely giving in.
It’s too much and you have yet to begin,
removing my crutch and cleansing me of each sin.

I was warned of street magicians
and cautioned with tales of gateway drugs.
To not take my eyes off no matter the conditions,
because that’s when they tend to pull rugs.
“If you fall for one,
you’ll fall for them all.”
But this time I’m done,
I think it’s last call.

With your witchcraft and wine,
you make it look so divine.
This one poured out like a rose,
within minutes cause I had so much to say.
I bear joy rooted in trust
In the trustworthy.

I draw strength from depths
That never run dry.
Not joy in anything temporary
Outside my window,
planted is a fiery red-
branched tree,
I watch on, it stands bold
and oh so elegantly.
I try to imagine if it were a woman
What would her appearance be —

Would she be in one of Dali’s paintings
‘Woman Aflame’?
Would she be ‘Demelza’ in Poldark’s series?
Or would she be a spirit woman
ablaze for all the world to see,
Your creation and Your infinite beauty?
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