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Let Me Love You


Let Me Love You

let me love you while I can,
for tomorrow I may not remain
and I cease to feel the same

let me love you while the stars still twinkle
even behind a sky of utmost darkness,
and my cup of coffee still ripple
at the drop of a cube of sweetness

let me love you while the
grass of the field are still green
and the tingle in my heart I still feel

let me love you while love you still can savour
not when your heart have been treated sour

let me love you while I still can sing the moon to sleep
with the symphony of our moans
and make music with guitar strings
as to make love glow

let me love you while my love tank overflows with affection
and not exhausted by wrecks of emotion

let me love you while the sun still set
to rise again on our love nest

let me love you now,
for now is all I've got in store

let me love you now
for it is mine and mine to give

let me love you now
lady, or never

#Pengician #SSA




 

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