Each step you take is grace. Talk to me of love, Speak of yourself. I want to be like you, The Perfect One, The one we all adore. Each word you speak is Sweet. Guild me with your touch, Cover me with love. Make me be like you, The Perfect One, The one to be adored. Each sound you hear is Silent. Grant mercy on our souls, Fogive us all our sin's. I cannot be like you, The Perfect One, The one we must adore.Birth sign: Pisces
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