This is my man
In his hands the
touch that sets me free
My man
In his smile the
joy that lets me see
a secret part of me
This is my man
This is my love
In his eyes an
understanding deep
My love
In his kiss a
soft commanding heat,
a warmth that I can keep
This is my love
Once he was a dream,
a dream that I could hold
against the days that left me weeping
But now I turn my head
at night if I'm afraid
and see the real man by me sleeping
It's our light, so it seems,
that fires the morning cold
before the dawning sun can reappear
And storms have only led
to promises remade
They failed to cool our fire with tears
These are my years
In his arms the
dizziness of wine
My years
In his heart the
future beats in time
with every beat of mine
These are my years
This is my year
This is my love
This is my man
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