A hundred years should go to praise Each time upon, your face I gaze The old flame stirs within my breast When passions flow, you'll pass the test...
Before us lies, the hardest part For each passing year, will show your heart.. And at my back, I always hear.. Time's chariot of fire, drawing near
If we had, in this world, more time We'd play this passion, as a crime I'd sit down and think up many ways For us to pass our lover's day...
I'd be an Indian maid for you No Chippewa, I'd be pure Sioux... I'd shoot an arrow to your soul Expecting you ...to play your role..
But thirty thousand years have passed And how that time..it went so fast!!! Now, in another life, we play... For anchient times, have gone away..
Now, darling while your youthful hue Reflects your skin, like morning dew As long as your willing heart transpires We'll rekindle all of passion's fires...
There's Nobody like you..
written by Susan Jane Kahon April 22. 2003 ICYU 7:25 pm Recovered: Sept.10th, 2023 Some Links & Counters May no longer be Active!
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