Kurt Behle - Time 'My Love'

It was not time rush
Those were a big hush
All it did was never to bent
As 'we' got here, there and went
My mind busy rearing my heart
Torturing made the work of art

My mind was due to lying
When my heart was busy dying
It passed when I waited
When I could'nt get Mated

As I listened 'bona' in the shade
It seemed to me only proper words
I was now to be made
Happiness flying over me like dove
It was time my love

It was now time with a rhythm
Love beggining to ryhm

Kurt Behle

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