A whisper in my ear, a touch to show you care, the way you greet me in the morn.
The things that make me feel so precious, from romance they are born.
I want to lose all track of time, wrapped in your embrace.
And while your sleeping softly gaze down upon your face.
And when the time comes, that we need part to deal with the mundane.
I'll think of you and you of me until we meet again.
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