When I was young, they told to me,
Love is only in a foreign place.
And now I'm here , and it's you, my dear,
and our love seems rimmed with lace.
You place your hand upon my hand,
And my skin cannot contain me.
felicity has come to me,
and only doubt can chain me.
You talk, I listen, your eyes glusten,
your intelligence confounds me.
You laugh, I laugh, forget all wrath,
and your love, my love, surrouns me.
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