Will you let your hair grow
Though it's trouble I know?
Won't you let your hair grow?
Just for me let it show.
For your hair is a crown
That's admired through the town,
And so soft frames a face
That illumines God's grace.
Let your hair grow and find
How you're branding my mind.
Let your whole beauty start
To embrace more than heart,
In your love I find rest,
By your side I feel blest!
Oh thank God....that you care!
Oh thank God for…. your hair!
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Superliked this one! Sometimes few small requests in love can make it more deep and meaningful. My vote is 10/10.