I was listening to Caesar beneath my window saying love is warring with his heart. He never knew love to be so bare.
I said "Caesar why do you fear the closeness of my hand, Caesar, why do you pretend I'm not in the arms of battle?"
How can I find my strength without the place of your lips. Not ever before have I adored the triumphant shield embrace of your eyes.
Sling me next to you, bring me under your spell; I desire like a woman possessed.
Move me in, move me out, there's no doubt that I don't want to be without.
Lets set a course on a riding horse.
You're so gallant, I'm so sweet.
Written by: Patrick James Quaker
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