A Precious Love
Every time I speak to you the darkness lifts, the pain is through.
I no longer feel so dim and weak.
Knowing of your love so sweet.
You're here today, and now it's all okay.
I no longer feel the lonely cutting blade.
It feels so good here in your arms.
It warms me through and makes me feel oh so strong.
You turn me into a man I like.
You give me hope and clear all spite.
What would I do without you near?
Be consumed by total hate and fear.
Protect me now in tender love.
Keep the world out,
and always be my peaceful dove.
I love you I'm so glad you're mine.
You're the greatest lady of beginning time.
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