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From her heavenly lips she delivers a kiss
a pure moment of joy that i dare not miss
i live for this moment, a strive to be here
it never quite fails to lend my heart cheer
i wish i could see her, hold her in my arms
to sample her presence, to sample her charms

i beg you fair lady: take me into your grace
permit me to gaze upon your fair face
i have not much to offer but my weary ol’heart
but i suspect you have had just that from the start
i miss you now, when you’re so far away
all that i do now is wait for that day
when i see you again, and offer a smile
to partake of your comp’ny, and sit for a while

my life was empty, devoid of a reason
till you came to me and gave love it’s season
i feel for you something I’ve never known
my heart is marveled by the thing’s it’s been shown

i may be a poor, un-learn-ed fool
but i know of something not taught in school
i know that i love you, of that there’s no doubt
every time that i think of you, my heart gives a shout

perhaps with grace sent down from above
i can hope to earn your most precious love