There is no measurement to time
nor an ending to the rhymes,
the years are our yesterdays that
lead you to these arms of mine.
You can call it what you will
when my heart first stood still,
in an amazing kind of way
you took my breath away.
There is no measurement to time
nor an ending to the rhymes,
the years are our yesterdays that
lead you to these arms of mine.
Holding you so ever tight
for the rest of my earthly life,
in a tender embrace of souls
with a love that never grows old.
There is no measurement to time
nor an ending to the rhymes,
the years are our yesterdays that
lead you to these arms of mine.
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