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For the Man I Love
It's always you, A never ending kiss Settles on my lips and breathes fire, A fire that never dies.
The subtle touch of a musician's hand, Play me these rhythms of love On my skin, in my heart.
With you I am transformed, No longer flesh and bone, But something that soars, that melts, The intangible takes control, With you I find my God.
by Carol |