Surrender my dearest, I still love you.
Put your hands out, cause falling in them, is what I want to do.
Your lips so soft, I yearn for the touch of them.
Alas my darling, waiting for you to say when.
I crave the feel of your fingers touching my feet.
Alas my darling, I will so weep.
Counting the day til you come home again.
Warming the bed sheets, the ones I did send.
Laughter comes and goes, they send chills down my spine.
Just another glass of this perfect wine.
I will embrace you, my love, my beautiful face.
Which I am wearing this soft, embroidered lace.
Perfection, it comes from your soul.
Magnified beauty, the one that is whole.
Alas my darling, my beautiful thing.
Alas my darling, will you wear my ring?
Your voice how enchanting, the words you do sing.
Alas my darling, you beautiful thing.
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