We are like the words in every love song I hear
The beat of my heart pounds as if you were near
You make me feel real you make me feel alive
When I think about you into your arms I wanna dive
A few minutes to hear your voice a few minutes to see your face
Drives the hunger that I crave to be wrapped in your embrace
I know in my soul that fate is on our side
We are written in the stars as our hearts collide
Love doesn't know the time nor does it compare to distance
When the soul finds its mate there's no resistance
I can promise you this we are Blessed from above
As our Lord Guides us into unity a forever eternal Love
It is with you, no matter where you are that is where I belong
The true meaning to Home , as I listen to every love song
You constantly give me joy are the words you said to me
We are each others home Our Love is Our Destiny
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