When love arrives
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You call me your star,
you call me your love
and the fantasy grows
where it used to be dark now it glows.
And somehow I know the promise is true.
Every fiber of my skin belongs to you
so your inner light blooms
inside my beloved womb.
Let there be life,
let there be roots
and wings to fly.
I call you my only love,
my moon, my man and more.
But every word is too simple and small
to describe what the future holds.
I would rather sigh together
and yearn for the long feather
that wrote about us before
we knew each other on the core.
Stay and never fade away.
Stay with me.
Iveth Encalada.
