Kissing The Mountain
The fog drapes over,
kissing the mountains it hides.
and the rose inside the green house
he it, she keeps.
Never did you never want it all,
sleeping love kept deep inside.
Believing his hungry hands
they won’t ever find you.
Do you believe it
even now
and I can’t ever know it,
he won’t ever show it.
What I believe of your love it consumes me
and such is it a fire
it is forever and more.
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