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Let Love Begin
Let Love Begin
Take my hand and lead the way
Tell me all you want to say.
Whisper softly in my ear
All those things I want to hear
Kiss my lips and touch my shin;
Bring out the passion deep within
Pull me close and hold me near;
Take away my pain and fear
In the darkness of the night
Be my beacon, shine your light
In the brightness of the sun
Show me you are the one
Give wings so as I can fly
For I can soar with you nearby
Enter my heart, break down the wall
It’s time for me to watch it fall
I’ve been a prisoner can’t you see
Break my chains and set me free
Strip me of my armor tight
You’ll fine I won’t put up a fight
Release my soul held deep within
I’m ready now let love begin
By nitbuster
Take my hand and lead the way
Tell me all you want to say.
Whisper softly in my ear
All those things I want to hear
Kiss my lips and touch my shin;
Bring out the passion deep within
Pull me close and hold me near;
Take away my pain and fear
In the darkness of the night
Be my beacon, shine your light
In the brightness of the sun
Show me you are the one
Give wings so as I can fly
For I can soar with you nearby
Enter my heart, break down the wall
It’s time for me to watch it fall
I’ve been a prisoner can’t you see
Break my chains and set me free
Strip me of my armor tight
You’ll fine I won’t put up a fight
Release my soul held deep within
I’m ready now let love begin
By nitbuster
Published 10th Apr 2019
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Picture and poem suggest a James Bond getting his girl at the end, freed from the baddy;s grip.
('getting his girl at the end' - an accidental double entendre.)
('getting his girl at the end' - an accidental double entendre.)
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- Edited 22nd Feb 2020 6:45am
11th Apr 2019 12:58pm
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11th Apr 2019 9:00pm
