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There's a hole in the sizzling, stroblite sky,

through which sunbirds soar, float, flip and fly.

Behind the rainclouds, blue horizons lie.

It's enough to make a grown man cry.

There's a rhapsody of rapture that I sing.

Warm love, into our home, eternally you bring.

Baby boy, together, we have bred.

Torch ballads, to each other, we have bled.



The music sounds grand

from the fiddler and his band.

Praying that this gig

is more than a one night stand.

He heard the pleas

of the damsel in distress,

stole her heart,

left the dragon in a mess.



Strings sing, merry mandolin.

Romance dance, ballerina in a trance.

Making love on the white wings of a dove.

We're a classical duet, composed in heaven above.



The tender touch, ever so slight,

dissolves a child's intense tears of fright.

Without words, communication is an art,

playing squash with pieces of our heart.



Bring the palace lights low,

my knees to the earth,

pay the debt to you I owe,

compute what I'm worth.

Nothing without love.

Nothing without you.

Everything, infinity , a rose petal too,

when your hot, wet, whisper

sighs your love is true.



I thank you now,

before the end of my life,

for sharing my body, ectsasy and strife,

for being my soulmate, my beloved wife.



Strings sing, merry mandolin.

Romance dance, ballerina in a trance.

Making love on the white wings of a dove,

we're a classical duet, composed in heaven above.