Mark Davenport The Sum Of All Delight
I'll never change one note
Long, long sung by rote
And though love may repose
In time she will disclose
And when love doth come
She is the perfect sum
O' love, they wrong you much
When your fruit is such
Some call thy bittersweet
But there's no better sweet
And when love doth come
She is the perfect sum
Of all delight
So I sing and so I write
For I have no other choice
Either pen or voice
How I do adore
Forever fall before
You fuel the fire
And you open up my heart
O' love, your charm is such
Long, long for your touch
And when love doth come
She is the perfect sum
Of all delight
So I sing and so I write
For I have no other choice
Either pen or voice
