That is Love
Western man
Hold your heart in your hand
And tell me that its love
Heart in your hand,
Head in the clouds
Walking high above
Head in the clouds
Can not see
Your careless feet tread over me
Heart in your hand
It can not beat
Can feel no passion
Can feel no heat
The heart and the soul
Are one are whole
Flesh and bone
An honest home
Beyond the well drawn chart
You with your mind
of well planned time
Can not know my heart
Rest your ever-working head
To my chest a while
That beating that you hear
My life and all that I hold dear
When I feel your touch
Lover, that is love.
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