Isem, Isem...

If we danced and you held my hand,
you would understand.
One embrace, and don't let go
so you will know.
And if I kissed you and you lie still
Then you will feel.
Just one smile and a look in the eye
Never again will you ask me why

Never again will you be lonely
Never again will you be sad
Never again will you be sorry
Never again will you be mad

It will be cold this December
but if you take my hand, Love will make us Warmer
Wind will be calmer, I can be your Armor
You plant the seeds of Love, I will be your farmer



LoveSong
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(Since the Sweet Summer Sunshine have ceased Slowly
Silver Sunsets have Successfully Supersede her Sanctity
Short Songs are Sung and Say Sayings Showing Sorrow
Silencing Sounds once Sacred, Solemn, but now Shallow)