ANN

Your hair be the wind in my Autumn
Your lips for dreams to thrive on
My heart can not foresee any jealousy
For your life was created for me

Your eyes are the skies
Your world be my shoulder
The moon was invented for I to see you
And yourself to see me

Another kiss warmer
Another tear colder
One more year younger
And just one day older
Then I shall caress you in fond lover's play
And mighty trees of wisdom
Will turn their blushing leaves away

- by Robin H. Gibb

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