By Stands with a smile
Date: 3 November 2000
Where it comes from
You ask me where it comes from?
This flow of words and feelings
Freely falling
Rushing, racing
pouring out without a pause?
Stand there in that simple dress
every line and curve magnificent
the very material jealous
of your satin skin
the stars of your eyes
the sun of your innocent smile.
Where does it come from?
Come and hold me again
and melt into my soul again
with the wonder of your warmth.
You. And you alone are the source.
Sweet woman, owner of my heart
you were made with all you need
to inspire me.
Kiss me again, and wonder
where it comes from.
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