Sing to me...

She was a poetry girl I adored

Late at night I'd hear songs from her window
Myrrh and frankincense seeped through her door
And they lingered on


As her fingers caressed her guitar
Felt like the strings of my heart she was strumming

With her words we made love from afar
As she sang her song


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They were songs of change, joy and pain

All the love she made
Like she took the words from
Every dream I've known, every love outgrown

Singing on and on, like she took the words from my heart

And to the poetry girl down the hall

Late at night I would answer her calling
Like the lyrics from one of her songs
She made love to me


Now our bodies and souls intertwined
On the wings of passion we were soaring

Then by the flickering candle at night
She would sing to me


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Love is often unkind when we fall

For now my poetess sings to another
But when I think of those nights down the hall
From somewhere deep inside


I sing songs of change, joy and pain
All the love I've made, I take the words from

Every dream I've known, every love outgrown
Singing on and on, and I take the words from my heart


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