between the shores of our souls;
Strings of a lute alone be,
though we quiver with the same music go.
Blended into the shadows of an oak tree,
leaves made into necklace of our la-la-be.
Standing ahead in time,
piercing the darkness prime,
allowing light to shine on you.
Shy sweetness I taste,
entangled in bold lace.
Steady lights,
bright.
On the placid pool I stare,
wishing upon a star there.
Is my love strong like a tree?
Glee.
Is my love like a star?
So far
So,
Is my love like a flower?
A rainbow shower,
colouring the garden of ours.
I made my wish,
not upon the stars now,
darling mine I bow,
Gather the flowers one by one









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