Like I can
My heart is pure and true
And I yearn to be your man
His love has whithered
Like a dying rose
As if my heart is under the spell of some wizard
My love only grows
My dearest I long to hold you tight
To kiss away your pain
To make sweet love to you
In the gently pounding rain
You have set my heart on fire
And every day the flames soar higher!
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