Love Be Loved

Come love be loved, In what other lives our hands? And had i known your lips. Your fingers and your toes. Your, knowing deep brown eyes. Effervescent look their after glow. Sweet the smell your exclusiveness that i chase through every door. Walk upon the sandy beach, standing there. We apart will come to speak together again, the other words some learn to grow. Loved by you i come. I taste the wind when you pass by and defied my body sleeps, is chaste. Each promenade first and last each promise. One last dance before we come to go. And i refuse to die before you do.