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My soul is like a patch of dry ground,
Waiting to be softened,
By showers of your tender love;
For within my heart,
There is a closed door waiting for love’s
Gentle knock.
Perchance your love will be,
As deep as the depths of all oceans:
But as certain as the day dawns,
Mine will be as limitless as eternity.
Your sweet smile,
Melts my heart with warm pleasure;
And with every word you utter,
Drips of sweet love trickle into my being.
My soul craves for the moment,
When your love will finally blossom in my heart,
And set my affections on a fancy flight of
tenderness,
Even as my passions smoulder like hot coals.
