A loving woman's voice is mellow,
It is a whisper in the night.
So love her back, don't be so yellow,
And strive to hide your mortal fright.
We often are afraid of loving,
And of being loved, afraid, as well.
Emotions for mind may be too trying,
But heart is the right place for them to dwell.
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