Come, At Last

Today's the day, the now of nows
you come to me at last
strong and gentle, love's sweet vow
becomes reality at last

and as love flows
the feelings grow
till nothing's left but you
and this, this love so true

We float, we fly, anticipate
as soul and body wait
for love complete at last draws near
dissolving every fear

transcending past and future, time
Can you hear the glory as it chimes
through this sweet dream and now at last
the future and the past

are one

? Michaelette ?

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