Endless Love

I can feel you breath upon my chest.
Your fragrance lingers upon your pillow.
My dreams are filled with songs of you.
Rivers may widen and flow to the sea.
Mountain may fall and scatter upon dry land.
Oceans may wash away every grain of sand.
But your love is endless in my hands.
You are an endless love, a covering over me.
You steal me away from this world,
And keep me forever with thee.
So let the rain and the storm cloud rise.
Let the billows roll!
I am kept within your heart.
Like fragrance from the rose
Your endless love still grows.

Written by Sybil Shearin, (c) 2002

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