Prince Of Thieves

by Miguel A. Wilder & Trina Williams-Emigh

Where for art thou is my prince 
at this hour that I seek 
Because of thee my heart doth tremble 
And only to thee doth my soul speak 
I long to be held in thou arms 
Kissed by thou lips 
Loved by thou passion 
Saved by thou love 
For the moon doth glow 
And the stars doth shine 
Where for art thou is my prince 
That I seek to be mine 
O'er mountains, valleys, oceans and seas
I've searched to find my prince of thieves 
My stolen heart, he doth keep 
Inside his bosom pocket deep 
And though for it's return, I do long 
To him is where my heart belongs 

I art with thee my princess 
I dwelleth in thy heart. 
Though our bodies be moons away 
And our touches miles apart. 
Thine own lips hath kissed with mine. 
And betwixt my soul to thee 
Where for art I you ask 
In the place thou hold dearest be. 
Thou art she who controls my reins. 
As I travel I fear not. 
For with this treasure of love from thee...
I have all thou hath wrought. 
I shall covet thy precious heart
from sea to grassy knoll. 
And to prove thee I art faithful,
I give to thee my soul. 

by Miguel A. Wilder & Trina Williams-Emigh

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