Eric Pennington - Love and time

The sands of time are a torturous device.
We have a trial period in order to suffice.
The feeling of love is set on a time limit.
You must be 1 for this long to have it.

Love is to be free from all cares.
To have long competitions of love stares.
To lay her head on my chest.
Ooh, I like that one the best.

Love is to do nothing,
but yet, do everything.
Love is to be sweet and tender,
All of this to be mixed together, in a blender....

Eric Pennington

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