Moon, Come And Bathe Me
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Dr. Antony Theodore
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Love flows with perfect grace
like the dove that wants to fly.
I remember her embrace.
Hold me my desire oh my heart!
Moon, come and bathe me,
caress me.
As the feathers of a wing
cuddle together,
I want to cuddle with you
and gaze at your face
with golden light
shining in my eyes.
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