LOVE
Perfume, colour, conversation, they're all there for me,
She talks in time, of love sublime, and all that i can see.
And with each order, so precise, they're guaranteed to please,
she talks all day, with what to say and falls down to her knees.
She takes me here, she takes me there, she takes me by the hand,
she takes me here, she takes me there, all across the land.
She walks and talks of many things, knows all languages and sings.
She greets me with a holy kiss, expert at the doing of this.
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