Hey, my love, you came to me like wine comes to
the mouth grown tired of water all the time, you quench my heart.
And
love, you quench my mind. Your love is like a beautiful flower which I
may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight
just the same.
True love travels, the miles, upon the wings of angels.
Love finds you, I swear it’s true, and I will love you forever.
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