Patricia Kelley (March 11 1957 / Oklahoma)
This is my life being his wife.
We like taking it easy,
Eating our cherry pie,
We tell no lies.
He likes to hold me tight.
He kisses me right.
I like his kisses, and watching him eat my cherry pie.
We never, say goodbye.
We always end our conversation with, I love you!
Our love always feels new.
Fresh as a gentle rain,
In spring that runs rivers through my veins.
With each rain, I feel my heartbeat.
Our love is sweet!
As eating a fresh cut piece of cherry pie.
With each bite, I feel the love on my lips.
Sipping from sweet Heaven's wine!
Our life entwined.
Knowing you're mine.
I'm craving another piece of cherry pie.
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