Your reddish-golden hair
Is like the flame of passion
I can always feel
When I draw close to you.
Is like the flame of passion
I can always feel
When I draw close to you.
Your clear, beautiful eyes
Are greener than the grass
We walked through together
In the springtime of our love.
Your touch is the warmth of the sun
After the long cold months of winter,
Thawing out my frozen emotions,
Leaving me free to love you again.
Your kiss is more intoxicating
Than the most potent of beverages;
One touch of your lips on mine,
And I am drunk from the sensation.
Your love is fresh and wonderful
As the first signs of spring,
And my heart is the garden
Where it can safely dwell for years to come.
© 1983 TDD
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