Let me be with you just for a moment,
Let me feel your presence in my life
And become so blissfully ignorant,
spending perfectly this passing time.
Let me touch your face in flight of fancy,
let me kiss your lips through fervent air.
Catch invisible admiring glances.
I would like to fly if I’d the dare.
Let me tell some never ending stories
mixed with true tender love of mine.
Let me be your joy instead of worries.
Let me be your woman just in fine.

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