Hands hold

by Moonbeam   Mar 8, 2006


Hands hold, start to entwine
Oh love I am glad you are mine
Sweet taste of wine smelling sweet
Pulling you close with every heart beat

I feel the intensity start to flow
Love, don't ever let this feeling go
Years we have been together so long
Dance with me and sing me a song

Love you

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