| Dear Varsha, Hark unto me and lend me your ear, Listen closely to what you are about to hear, These words may sink into your beating heart And give your heart a fluttering start. Let the soft rain of love wash over your soul Cleansing your spirit from all sorts of woe. Allow me the pleasure of showing you love, Releasing your spirit to fly like the dove. Baby, each day I think of little but you, It's a very good sign that our love is true. Let my love wash over your soul like the rain, Until our bodies are old and I need the cane. My love for you will last an eternity, So patience, dear, and let's have some tea. I love you, baby Trevor 18 May 2002 |
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