By candle's glow
I dream of you,
Of the way you look;
The things you do.
The way you love me
And treat me so fine,
The way your hand feels
When it is holding mine.
The way you hold me
And stroke my hair,
The touch of your lips
Kissing me everywhere.
Oh, Sweetheart
The things you do!
How they make me
Want and love you!
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