Your presence is to me
As a fragrance of roses
Sweet as the purest honey
And as fresh to my skin
As the early morning air.
When I let go and just be
I find myself in Your peace
Resting on Your shoulder
Listening as You whisper
Delighting in Your humour.
The beauty of a sunset
Cannot compare at all
To one smile on Your face
Or to one glance into Your eyes
Melting my heart of wax.
Your presence is to me
Stronger than any perfume
Yet more soothing than water
Luring me closer to You
Yet freely I draw in…
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