And I will whisper in your ear,
most any wish you’d like to hear,
near any tale of love and touch,
or any other thing as such.
But you can hold my heart a while,
it knows your tender loving smile,
will make it laugh and rouse inside,
a glow where once the ice would hide.
So hold what’s there, imagined, yes,
within your own small hearts request,
until my warmth is near to yours,
sweet love, your heart’s what mine adores.
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