[ Featuring Feeling ]
Poetry is in her hands
And with patience, she understands
Souls connected, bodies entwined
I want to keep you forever as mine
Your love's like a dream, from which I never want to wake
I long for your presence; my love language is your name
With a heart as precious as gold
She has more value than anything bought or sold
Where you only see brokenness, these eyes only see beauty
Your love's like a dream, from which I never want to wake
I long for your presence; my love language is your name
Poetry is in her hands
Poetry is
Poetry is in her hands
Poetry is
Your love's like a dream, from which I never want to wake
I long for your presence; my love language is your name
Your love's like a dream, from which I never want to wake
I long for your presence; my love language is your name
