Love

Your eyes the subtle shade 
 
 
 
 Of a sweet amber stone 
 
 
 
 
 
Fear I do not the beauty 
 
 
Of your soft, alluring tone 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I fancy the way that 
 
 
 
Your auburn hair sways 
 
 
 
To the rhythm of the wind 
 
 
 
During a lovely summer day 
 
 
 
 
 
Oh, fair lady you have 
 
 
 
The finest lips in all the land 
 
 
 
Would it be to grand a request 
 
 
 
To become better acquainted with you 
 
 
 
 
 
For weeks from afar, 
 
 
 
My growing interest I've repressed 
 
 
 
It's becoming unbearable to hold 
 
 
 
However time ceases to rest 
 
 
 
 
 
In your presence amour is bliss 
 
 
 
 
Oh, how my heart yearns for a kiss 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Fair Lady