I'm never more than a heartbeat from you, my love,
So cry not for the miles that divide,
Instead count the days until our lips next touch, my Prince,
With a passion we cannot hide.
When we shall dream hand in hand, my sweet,
Of sharing our mornings and our nights,
Soon, oh soon, dear one,
With you I shall spend my life.
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