My heart will shake its wings
and long for other things, my love.
Still you fit like my glove.
No one will come above you, though
I fall for them, please know.
I’ve room for love to grow, and yet
love owes my heart this debt:
a promise you can bet is true.
No other man but you
can share the life we do, this way.
Your heart I’ll not betray.
While your love says I may fly free.
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