who knows why my heart sings forever more
why my life has found this loving bliss
why your smile so warms my very soul
why my breathe awaits your every kiss
who knows why the joy of a true love can only bless
the sense of peace that softly enfolds
the passion that rises with each caress
the contentment that is beyond more words
to know the answer one must seek
their own true love
then forever hold them dear
love can not be measured by counting every week
or by making marks on some calendar each year
it only truly counts when its joyfully returned
to those who give completely and free
all of themselves impassioned and ever burned
upon the blessed promise of lover’s deep loyalty.
why my life has found this loving bliss
why your smile so warms my very soul
why my breathe awaits your every kiss
who knows why the joy of a true love can only bless
the sense of peace that softly enfolds
the passion that rises with each caress
the contentment that is beyond more words
to know the answer one must seek
their own true love
then forever hold them dear
love can not be measured by counting every week
or by making marks on some calendar each year
it only truly counts when its joyfully returned
to those who give completely and free
all of themselves impassioned and ever burned
upon the blessed promise of lover’s deep loyalty.
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