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    He Is Mine

    Love isn't something you can hold,
    But you sure can caress it,
    And hold it tight as you bury it
    Underground,
    Covering it with adoration and affection, letting it grow and bloom
    As it reaches toward the daylight.

    But at night, it starts its nyctinasty,
    It's peddles folding in on itself,
    Though the only way to get it to open
    Up again,
    Is to give it light,
    And to feed it with the adoration and affection
    It was buried in.

    Love isn't something you can hold,
    But you sure can feel it,
    And let it take you on a journey
    You'll never want to forget.

    Love is what connects him to I,
    So I am his,
    And he is mine.

    We planted the seed of love together,
    And we water it daily,
    Letting it nerture
    In the adoration and affection
    We planted it in.
    ©rel8table