There's nothing more soothing than a heartbeat.
The pulse of your heart is an embalming song!
If I could stay here forever, disembodied
Why don't you lead me and guide me thereon?
On the wings of a dove... wings of your love.
Why don't you heal me with your womanly, love?
Why don't you nurture me in your tender arms?
'Good god, ' what sweetness now delivers me
Cradles tells me, child, that you aren't nobody.
I promise you, my love for you transforms.
Why don't you let me lead and guide you thereon?
Only a woman knows to be strong.
As only a mother can, stop life's blows.
Give me a second chance, a third or a fourth.
On the wings of a dove... wings of your love.
When you were seventeen with stars in your eyes,
Like a huge Python, winding round and round
The rugged trunk one indented, deep with scars,
Up to its very summit, near the stars,
A creeper climbs, whose embrace is tightly bound.
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