Like a dove,
Your caressing voice sings;
And heal the wounds of my dying heart,
And draw me closer when
My love is dimming.
Love could be bitter with experience, but
Tastes sweet in your palm.
True love lives rare though
It's found real in you
And unique in style.
True love could be costly;
Yet you sold it of no charge.
On its controversial nature
You made a home of compromise with
True love and passion.
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