Knowing
By Bryan Sanctuary October 1967 Have you felt the softness, And touched it with your lips? Have you seen the blackness, Slip through your fingertips? Have you seen the morning dew In the corner of a flower? And have you felt a filling warmth In any special hour? I felt the softest touch indeed When I kissed your sanguine lips. I felt your lovely raven hair Run through my fingertips. I saw a tear within your eye One very special hour, When we first knew our love was pure. And I gave you a single...
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