Carved |
| The love we have in each other’s mind |
| Will it stand the test of all time |
| For if we are true to each day |
| Spirit will always find a way |
| That moment in which we first smile |
| Feeling each others powerful style |
| The event that will come true |
| Will inspire me because of you |
| Imagine the presence of your skin so soft |
| While dreaming so far above and aloft |
| Caressing each and every tingly dot |
| Not knowing just sensing each spot |
| Moving to be alone but as one |
| Awakens the dawn with the sun |
| I know your there with all your love |
| My mate, this you are my lost dove |
| Fly home to my arms to see |
| Just what I waited for to be |
| All that happiness for us is there |
| Just trust in spirit for spirit will care |
| I sense while in these nights alone |
| That soon you will be known |
| For always remember that this pen |
| Which is welded for you now and then |
| Keeps creating all this wondrous word |
| While feeling your sharpness like a sward |
| To carve the shape of a heart upon my breast |
| With the word of you across my chest |
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