| You sit and wait, But what will you find? True love maybe For true love is blind The unknown needs calm, But it brings a risk One small embrace, One tender kiss A shake of the hand A touch so smooth A lingered glance But what will it prove? The meeting is fated For it is the Way To meet To Talk To Love , we pray I will be with you, Trust me my friend In spirit and sight To whatever is the end. The dawn will approach You will hear the birds cry Time will flow fast Till you say your Goodbye. The parting will hurt A tear will form You will see him in everything From Dusk till dawn. Memories cloud But the vision is true Will you love him? Will he love You? |
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