Give me your hand,
Give me your mind.
Give me your heart,
Not its skirt.
I found myself a smile,
At your sight from a mile.
I'm on fire for you,
I wonder at you.
I admit I am naïve,
Like a Buddhist unshaved.
It carries me in a sway,
Not from your heart or away.
Never thought I could be like this,
Anyways, I don't mind it.
Never thought I would see the rainbow
Here, you have the shot in the bow.
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