There is no aloha
Like the warmth of your voice
Wrapped around my name
So When you take the time
To sing the syllables out loud
& pull my mele past the surface
There is no doubt
That I am a song
Composed for you
And the more and more I am yours
The more I become
This magnificent melody
The more I sing to the heavens
Just as I was made to
No one seems to pull the meld out of it
Quite the way you do
It’s never felt as much mine as it does when it’s pressed between your lips
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