What words does she want to hear And how will I say them Let not my words stumble and struggle as she comes near No not these words Or be words of pretend
What touch shall she want to feel My hand slow and gentle upon her face And slowly time is surreal and moves Towards the embrace
What kiss shall she want to kiss As love becomes as close as this A work of art that's always new Forever as I look into her eyes of blue
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