ROMANCE
The flower bloom for you My king
The river clap their hand as nature sing
My tongue run through the earth on vocal wing
resounding your praise with endless ring
I'm in awe, your love pull my hair string
So whether I call, text or ping
At the end will it be my lord's tring
In perfectness you crafted the ling
For me on the cross you gave Satan a permanent ding.
I love you lord.
I cherish you.
I love you tomorrow. Your love caress me. I'm romanced by your care. My Lord, you and I romance
I get beyond a magical feeling on every instance.
No better lover!
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