Your love is of the kind that reminds me of a gentle spring rain
Of which I welcome upon my face again and again
Pouring down like a sweet sunshower
You are the brilliance, and I your flower
Your words touch my heart and echo in my soul
When your body is near mine, a half becomes whole
Your voice is the whisper that waits still on the breeze
As my ears take it in, my mind is at ease
With all of my heart, love so pure and quite true
I want you to know, my future is you
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