My Love, I Believe Poem by Thomas Plotz

I don’t believe
I don’t believe
I don’t believe
I don’t believe
We’re NOT through
My man of mine

Choirs
Our sweet treat
Our sweet time
Our sweet taste
Our sweet pace
I don’t mind
Man of mine
Oh, I don’t mind

Far from winter winds
Now I need shelter
From spring time Rain
Time for us
For us again

Choirs
Our sweet treat
Our sweet time
Our sweet taste
Our sweet pace
I don’t mind
Man of mine
Oh, I don’t mind
 
I miss, your love too
I Do
I say, I Do
I Do
My man of mine
I Love You
My Baby

From high on the hill
To the sea below, and
Tall pine tree, in the sand
Looking out from the stand, to the sound below
I will Love you

Choirs
Our sweet treat
Our sweet time
Our sweet taste
Our sweet pace
I don’t mind
Man of mine
Oh, I don’t mind

I miss, your love too
I Do
I say, I Do
I Do
My man of mine
I Love You
My Baby

I miss, your love too
I Do
I say, I Do
I Do
My man of mine
I Love You, My Baby


T. Plotz

My Love, I Believe
7/21/2015