Love has no desire but to fulfill itself:
To melt and be a running book
that sings its melody to the night,
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day
of loving.
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself:
To melt and be a running book
that sings its melody to the night,
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day
of loving.
Ring of Fire 
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