Forgive me for loving you my darling,
But your silent sighs are tender.
I love you but your love for me has been giving me the starting
Your lips are too slender like a rose to its true calling
Your caramel skin too soft and yet warm and tender
Forgive me for loving you my darling….
Like all eyes do I only have eyes for you and what you keep doing
Because I haven’t confessed love and although I do confess it there will be nothing left of the sort to occur
But your silent sighs are tender and evoke all my being
I know of nothing but to love and vow to protect you till my dying days, but to you my mind is a play thing
Till I am blackened and blued within the times that with you I shall court around my quarter
Forgive me for loving you my darling. Do not go gentle into that good night I am quoting. For you I ventured forth; for you are my rock for a starter, but your silent sighs are tender and you know how I am feeling and I love you with all I am with what I had been writing
But love me again and you and I will never be able to be a loner.
Forgive me for loving you my darling
But your silent sighs are tender and I am willing to give to you all of my being.
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