Pink hearts to my lady I give
Expressions of love, words canít express
Her delighted smile Iíll forever relive
Our love, blessed, is a living caress.
Glorious sunrise touches our hearts
Loving arms wrapped Ďround her
Caresses say what words canít impart
Liquid love as we melt to each other.
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