The finest poet cannot tell you how I feel
The tickle 'neath my heart makes my love for you unreal
For you I tie my soul to the great Achilles heel
All this and many more can't tell you how I fell
God's own dream falls apart when he looks down at your smile
The trees they give you green when
My own lips seem to part when I see you at a mile
All this and many more come to you when you smile
Could it be you're just a dream escaping from my mind
Could it be you're just a face lingering in my wine
I feel so close to God this must how heaven be
I walk alone with you on a salty crusty sea
We stand on highway two, by Sault Saint Marie
All this and many more must how heaven be
Must how heaven be

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