Your voice in my ear is deep it sounds calm
as you trace the long winding love line on my palm
You whisper words tellling me of all your kisses
my ringvinger proclaimig I m not your mrs
You have told me in words, poetry and writing
Still your commitment quiet and uninviting
You weave your fingers through mine and say
I love you babe but you know I cant stay...
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