The lovely doctor Love.
He smiled,
he bubbled,
he boiled,
he burst so feverishly,
his hand he laid to rest
upon his waist
just for me.

He wanted me to see
that he had healed her.
He wanted me to know
that he had healed her.
That’s good enough for me.
Then I saw his hands begin to shake.

This peaceful young man,
born with a golden spoon in this hand.
All he ever heard was
take while you can,
more money man.
But, all he ever needed were his hands
to till his land.

It’s how he wants to be
can’t you see?
He wants to tell the world
that he can heal them.
He wants to scream out loud
that he can heal them.
That’s good enough for me.
Then I saw his hands begin to shake.

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