True love
He keeps me encircled in his love like a warm blanket
He comforts me and gives me strength to carry on
He, like still water after steep and tumultuous rapids,
Sooths injuries brought on by cruel rocks.
He creates the space and gives me time to heal
He lets me play, in my own way, my compositions.
I love him with a love that is mature and strong
I love him, my conductor and passion of my youth.
He comforts me and gives me strength to carry on
He, like still water after steep and tumultuous rapids,
Sooths injuries brought on by cruel rocks.
He creates the space and gives me time to heal
He lets me play, in my own way, my compositions.
I love him with a love that is mature and strong
I love him, my conductor and passion of my youth.
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| Auteur: Roelie Kuilder | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: 260580 | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 mei 2003 | ||
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