I tote thy love with joy
and drape it o're my back
for its protective shield
wears like a loving sack.
I step in love in the morn
and bask in it all day
for whence I 've come
there seems no better way.
Nev're forget its there
whispers as I think
and if I do slow down
it gives a little wink
It drips a lot of good
joyful tricks are then at play
and causes lots of tingles
as I dance on thru the day.
I tote thy love with joy
wear it proudly like charms
no matter what I do
feel wrapped within your arms.
Del Cano 2004
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