Your love is like a song, sung into my ears,
And reaches towards my blood,
It grips my beating heart, fills me with fire,
And it reaches for my soul.
Oh sweet melody of old, you never faltered,
And You are always near,
In my soul you made a home, and never left,
And it comforts me so.
The loveliest of poetry, how precious you are,
And more irreplaceable you are,
Is there more I could ask, or even imagine,
Then the seed of love you sow?
- Larry Yap
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