We have yet to laugh on an island somewhere,
Rolling round in tall grass with our bodies bare,
You have yet asked for my hand in a union so sweet,
Why are you waiting am i not the soul you would greet,
The moon fades away with the smile on my face,
Leaving the question, are we in the right place,
as i ponder my life, of my feeling alone,
I look through this house to see, yes your home,
Whats the deal, or the matter, why the shoulder so cold,
As it was you who chose me, to live love and grow old,
Where are you my love, with the gentle hand.
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