Four

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you sang a song, strummed guitar
a melody beckoned my heart
to love here and for a lifetime
my gaze I lowered, so I could hide
the burning desire of my soul
sweetly you sang a tune
with those lips we shared the dew
softly you strummed the string
with those fingers you touched velvet
that song, it lives within me
you came inside carrying notes
each note carved your essence in my soul
your voice, it sang of love
that voice, it whispered my name
to remind me that we would love
that voice, it touched velvet
and made me cry
for I found myself

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