Spring like blossoms on the first of May,
a shower of memories in the heart remain.
Cast in dreams your love and mine in a
warm embrace that stands still time.
Taste the pleasure like honey sweet,
from soul to soul our lips tender meet.
Seasons passing and a new day awaits,
on the journey through love ruled by fate.
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There is no teacher to advance a soul,
what one discovers the heart unfolds.
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Love is not given as a gift,
it is heaven inspired with dreams of fire.
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When mountains turn to dust and a
river bed lay dry...
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"To thine own self be true" and the truth leads me unto your arms.
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