Yes, the young heart's ship, it met the storm's embrace,
Love's destined shore, now draws near, a sacred space.
Behold, the thrill of losing heart, a tender play,
Whom do your eyes now seek, astray?
Why lost is sleep, and peace has flown?
My haven waits, where love is sown.
Let this moment bloom upon your sight,
And on your lips, desires ignite.
My haven calls, in arms, unite.
The canvas of my dreams, of memories' deep art,
Of memories, a beating heart.
The vision of these paths, in arms that intertwine,
Of promises, forever thine.
You dwell within my yearning soul,
Within my wants, to make me whole.
You are the breath within my sphere,
Within my heart, forever near.
You dwell within my wanting's plea,
My haven calls, come, dwell with me.
The canvas of my dreams, your memories' sweet art,
Of memories, a beating heart.
The vision of these paths, in arms that intertwine,
Of promises, forever thine.
The canvas of my dreams, your memories' sweet art,
Of memories, a beating heart.
The vision of these paths, in arms that intertwine,
Of promises, forever thine.
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