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Click hereI was alone until the day
I first beheld the sun,
And felt that gentle, warming ray
Of first love just begun.
She was the nearly perfect light
That I, so long, had sought.
But stum'bling through eternal night
Had brought me less than naught.
Her glow amazes all who see,
And all who pass her way.
But yet she's chosen only me,
A foundling, cast astray.
My heart, o'erblown with passion's fire
Is held here in my hand.
I offer it with one desire,
A tiny, golden band.
You touch my arm, you kiss my cheek,
My brain's a melted mess.
Perfection's muse is what I seek,
Content with nothing less.
Your lips that touch my very own
Are soft and taste of fruit.
And I'm surrounded by soft tones
Of harp, and lyre, and lute.
Protected from without and in,
Enraptured by your soul,
I'm going where I've never been,
Entranced, I've lost control.
When "I love you" is said and meant,
And hearts are intertwined,
Most things become irrelevant,
And life is now aligned.
I bask in sunshine's lasting heat,
I've learned what's good and true.
It makes e'en lemons pure and sweet,
That's what true love can do.