(A lone voice whispers)
Owner of my thoughts
A woman who can be never bought
Beauty who sleeps in a white room
Deep in my soul
With a love that never grows old
Owner of soft hands to ravish to banish the winter's cold
A love song
Incarnated in flesh
With dark looks to haunt you
Until you are old
Oh how I love you so
And carry your picture
In my top pocket
Everywhere
I go
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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