Come, Baby

Come baby and let us make love,
passion flies like the holy dove;
come baby and survey the scene
of beauty streaming so serene.

Come baby and let us dance slow,
time’s cold fist cannot land a blow;
come baby and regard my eyes,
pools of light netting a surprise.

Come baby and let us speak soft
words kneading fears in the mind’s loft;
come baby and let us hold hands,
steadfast mast on life’s fragile sands.

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