I often wonder how it feels to be loved, truth lies beneath my feet, I
linger into mendacious beasts, yet he cradles it in silent grief, his soul
humming a serene sound, as I drown my tears in mercy,
my heart beats a somber tone, yet I falicitate my gentle man,

A tender touch, enlightened my eyes with a glow of blissful manner, my body,
only for one, has faith the path in joy of devotion, my mind, a quest in the
moment of desire, yet I stray away in fear, a solace moment to unravle my
passion, has divined a love of my gentle man,

His smile lifts the poignant of my soul, his sterling words revives me,the
captivity of his natured romance, flamed me with intensity of emotions, his
eyes a loom to my sensuality, a broader fond of passion, his upbeat touch of
envious delight reveres my tenacious sounds, a convened satisfaction of my
gentle man,

A delicate touch to my lonesome heart reveals my every beat, the sound of
his tone yearning my soul has rest upon his desire, his whispers sound a
poised moment beyond quiet echoes, and though he bears to hunger in pain,
his strength eludes my past, an innocent gesture for my love who wanders off
forgottened, he lyes beneath my feet as I lift his spirit longing for my
love, yes I will say he is my gentle man...




 
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