Lovesong
(Derrol Adams)
My heart is like a flower for my love
That blooms as I hold her tenderly
But it's planted deep in fear
Just as heavy as the tear
That whispers low her love is not for me
My love is true
For her it is true
And I pray that her love is mine
My love is like the first star of the night
That brightens up the world's first darkness
Like lovestories very old
That a million times been told
Her eyes are worth more than bright
diamonds
My love is true
For her it is true
And I pray that her love is mine
Alone at night in my dark lonesome room
I lay awake and sadly dreaming
Though she's not very near
But still I can hear
Her soft and tender heart a-beating
My love is true
For her it is true
And I pray that her love is mine
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