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It’s the woman like you who inspires Me It’s the woman like you who attires Me It’s the woman like you who attracts Me
Yesterday I saw a white dove feeding on the ground How I hoped the bird was tame so I could pet it I wanted to pick up the pretty little creature, But the dove swiftly flew away when I went near it
One little girl staring out the window She is alone but not lonely She has a dove Sometimes she shares her secrets Sometimes she just stays silent Days pass by Then months and then Years
My eyes open wide to the sky up above the chill in the wind blows through me. I open my arms at the sight of a dove, but the pearly bird confused me.
Pure love the pure white dove doesn't like hate so it cannot relate it only knows those who love it so the dove does not shove nor does it hit one bit
I give you this lonely flower Which contains all i can give I'm sorry I didn't have the power To give you a better chance to live But in this world that's dying Hope for a better tomorrow is rare
I am a lonely face searching a heart to rest in Yearn for a warm embrace Soft and gentle skin To protect and nurture Help that being grow I will search for her Till the day I know
Hello my name is well known and will never be forgotten dont focus on that right now because it is my power over you and your disbelief of it that is important
A stream of compassion flows with peace A river of grace is love
Dejection, No affection. Depression, No expression. Happiness? No. Not anymore. No more blessedness. No more galore. Why do I still love. Why do I still trust.