Joy
I can't describe this feeling,
That's washing over me.
It's like pure bliss and happiness,
To such a strong degree.
I feel like dew covered roses in spring,
Like a child again, not afraid to sing.
And tell this whole world of the joy that I feel,
"Cause we are alive and our love is so real.
Just to hold your hand is like pure euphoria,
Fish nibble our toes in this pleasant marina.
Your such a sweetheart, my dearest love,
You're the one I spent my days dreaming of.
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