My poor hear aches for my soul mate.
For the girls who can see past my face,
and see the real me.
Into my soul and see my love,
the love for you from me.
Forever not long enough to my love,
for all the world to see.
My love, my soft touch, my soul
longing to hold you near me.
So close I can touch your cheek to mine.
It feels so soft and gentle,
I never want to stop holding you.
My poor heart aches, is it for you,
for me?
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