Call out to me, my dear, I will be there.
My love for you, my dear, is true and rare.
Feel it, my dear, our love which we will share.
It will always be more than Cupid’s wares.
Fear not, my dear, our love He will not tear.
Trust me, my dear, our love we can still bear.
No pain, just gain, for both of us to care.
To love, to love, to love you dear, I dare.
So love me too, my dear, do not just stare.
Love me despite the fact of what I wear.
Feel it, my dear, our love which we will share.
Trust me, my dear, our love we can still bear.
No pain, just gain, for both of us to care.
To show our love – so rich and rare, we dare.

Lionel L
(28 Dec 1996)

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