Where once, not even twice
and thine are thus be stilled.
My hands, My heart, My love,
how they,
'then worried over you
Caught up in my lap,
Moving never stopping
pray hope, one never leaves.
Thine are my quite hazel eyes,
faith can but follow my sea.
And simple hands do make great,
and open hands can rejoice.
But to my past thus hurt one lover,
comes rushing the sea, I must be,
echoing a voice,
Once oceans of trust,
Now the sea has since left,
wave upon wave......
'Only You.
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