A man, a woman, needing a loving touch,
Alone and longing to know what lovers do;
Our paths crossed and the feelings were too much,
For us to ignore what our hearts already knew.
A man, a woman, though from worlds apart,
There was no choice but for us to meet;
Inviting each other to caress a lonely heart,
That first kiss so tender like plum wine so sweet.
So at journey's end, will you recall each rhyme
Written by my soul when you were truly mine
When memories of me are recalled at even'time,
I will bring you my roses and sweet plum wine.
A man, a woman, needing love's tender taste,
We held each other but for a season of time;
Finding amongst the feel of satin and lace,
Long stemmed glasses filled with sweet plum wine
So at journey's end, will you recall each rhyme
Written by my soul when you were truly mine
When memories of me are recalled at even'time,
I will bring you my roses and sweet plum wine. |
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