Softly it rises into the sky,
we wonder why?
Gently the words fall from our lips.
To thy ear,
it is a yearning of the heart,
that the words say.
It calls to thee,
it makes thee aware
of your care.
Love is what you do,
by the way you move.
You put us into the groove.
You are true,
you love thee,
for you are you.
Love sensual angel,
as you do,
you are on cue.
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