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To share great compulsion beyond physicality
Which portrayed by the naked eye,
Is far more than sensational yet can be denied
By hardships due to an absent lie;
Vowed to you solely, as I channel from ordinary
To a half who with becomes whole;
Willingly at last, I decide to unravel all the man
Of me before you: heart, mind, body, and soul.

Baby, no love song can interpret my dreams,
If not one writer heard the way my heart sings.

To partake on a lifelong journey of intimacy
In which ecstasy and trust lead you,
Surpasses unions of others and provides us
With the benefit of knowing I need you;
For, I embrace not only you, but the moments
Which we undertake together as one;
Life is free from obscurities and downpours
As I recognize now that you are my sun.

Baby, no love song can interpret my dreams,
If not one writer heard the way my heart sings.

You make my heart spark,
Only you can make it rush;
When you whisper in the dark,
After it becomes time to hush.

You make my heart flutter,
Just you can make it dance;
With nice words you utter,
You can put me in a trance.

You make my heart skip,
Only you can make it pace;
A touch of your fingertip,
And this shall take place.

This is the way my heart sings.