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Wont you? Whisk me away on a summer's evening across the sea and sand. Or, whisk me away on a winter's morning to the heat of a foreign land . Wont you spin me along the marble dance floor, possibly twirl me once or maybe twice. Or spin me on a winter lake's surface across the glittering ice. So wont you please, take me away with only your love, to kiss and to smile. Please, take me away on the strength of a kiss, to lay in your arms a while. Love me today, forgetting all others of the land, and lend me your trust and give me your heart. Love me for all my imperfections, like a piece of unfinished art that you have created.

"The wind that blows the dove is the wind that blows my love, hoping to find its way to you."