Could I walk with you in my bliss,
Add joy to what ever you miss,
And should love desires to flee,
I shall bind you in untold glee.
You are like the droplets of rain,
Cool to cling making me insane,
Feel the bounty within your smile,
As wet lips touch to mute your style.
The joy of music in its thrill,
Cascading notes with the skill,
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