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In Honour To Prove My Love

Love is richest when it comes from the heart.
I humbled myself to your being,
I honoured your beauty so fair,
I complimented your existence,
And gave you my heart to share.
I bought you a bouquet of roses,
And stole you an angel from above,
What more can I give you sweet lady,
In honour to prove my love?

I'd face the mighty roar of a lion,
And I would wrestle with a bear,
I'd fight Satan and all his demons,
Just to show how much I care.
I would give you an arrow from Cupid,
Through the beating heart of a dove,
What more can I give you sweet lady,
In honour to prove my love?

I would sit you on a throne of gold,
And adorn you like a queen,
With precious stones and silken robes,
And a palace by the stream.
I would serve you for eternity,
But if still that's not enough,
What more can I give you sweet lady,
In honour to prove my love?

I would toil to build you an empire,
An ignore the blisters on my hands,
I would bleed through my endeavors,
To burn my love in the sand.
I will never divulge your secrets,
And that is my solemn vow,
What more can I give you sweet lady,
In honour to prove my love?

You tell me you only need kisses,
And the tender feel of my touch,
That I'm everything you could ever want,
And to be with me is enough.
You can't imagine the joy I feel,
To hear those heartfelt words,
I need give you no more sweet lady,
I have honoured and proved my love.
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Published: 7/19/2010
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