OH! how my lark is singing!
For the loveliest painting
is your smile,
hand and hand as we spin.
softly dances in my dreams,
as your veil whisper in the wind as you twirl;
I feel you, I feel you
my Lark starts to sing of LOVE.
I steal you, I steal you!
I beckon on one knee.
Face to face, cheek to cheek,
'tis of sweet ambrosia I wish to taste
Daylight collides and breaks my slumber,
denied dreamy destiny.
For my heart is yours, it shall remain in stills,
I shall remain nigh, as a knight unto you..
under your windowsill Serenading
you in my sleep..........................
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