A Lassie's love
Will fit like a glove,
Upon any man's cold, cold hand.
His hand will then warm
A new shape it will form,
As the Lass had intentionally planned.
Her love is freely given
By desire and want only she is driven,
Ohhh, life is so mysterious and grand.
All that she wants in return
Is all what any Lass does yearn,
Love, and a wedding band.
Randy L. McClave
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