Kiss Me Again

Kiss Me Again ballad

Uploaded by Toni Scales

It is only your hands I want on me,
your sweet breath at my ear.
I need you forever and ever, my love,
your soft whispers I ache to hear.

The hour grows dark, the shadows stir.
I need you close and near.
But you are gone so far away;
I die without you here.

The table is set for us to sup
so prettily with tea and cakes.
But across the floor and upon the door
ne’er a sound you make.

Oh love, I long for only you,
my gift from heaven above.
Oh, come to me and kiss me again,
shower me with roses and love.

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