Beneath the coconut tree of prime imagination
Lost in the gracious arms of Grace at the dead of winter's night
Falling slowly and surely for her every sensation
Enjoying all of love's true delight
High above or down below
Love's tale, you never can know
Meeting Grace, sharing a space
Living every moment now and again and laying in her place
'I like the way you make me feel', She'd whisper
I would think 'I'd love to be your Mister'
Ignited my bones, she did
All my fears, away I bid
As they say, you can't lose something you can't replace
So I promise you that I'd learn from my mistakes
May the lights of the night guide us home
Under Love's home we will make our home
Gracious Grace found me
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