Awaiting for your call
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Handles on the clock, they fall, they fall
Every minute seems to mock
Laugh at me! Evil clock
While my heart awaits for love
To the shearer! My wool! I'll grieve with the flock
Vulnerable to weather I'll hide on this cove
Beautiful deep blue sea resembles your eyes
where would I hide from you? To you my soul ties
Bright hair as the sun, your beauty, my keen!
Mourning for love I sigh for my Queen
Upon our agreement I'll be holding my breath
Processing this sweet love for you
Abounds this toxic grieving for you
Myocardial infarction till' cardiac arrest
If it rest within your desires CPR you must do
your beauty astonished me a kiss just will do
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