Teases aplenty but fool me not.
The pantomime of signs and glances speaks to this heart.
Bewitched by your smile of sweetness and eyes of spark.
One touch from you, my skin does tingle.
Hand in hand, we wake.
Morning after morning, flamingos and butterflies
dance and sing, low and high,
of a rebirth of hope of a beginning.
Hand in hand, we sleep.
Night after night, my mind can't rest, my heart won't slumber.
They fly to you in hope to keep
you sleeping safe and dreaming tight.
Hand in hand we walk.
In the shadows where the heart knows not
the rhetoric of words or the taste of bliss.
Together. Step by step.
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