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In Your Arms, Doris 1 by AI Composer

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In Your Arms, Doris 1 by AI Composer - Romantic Pop music cover art

In Your Arms, Doris 1

Romantic Pop

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Morning light spills through our windowpane,
I trace the lines where your laughter hangs.
Coffee cools, but my heart burns hot—
Each breath draws you closer, a familiar plot.
I’ve counted stars just to find your face,
Every silent moment hums your grace.
Time feels thin when you’re not near,
But in my arms, there’s no room for fear.
Wrap this quiet yearning like a ghost.
Every whisper, every sigh—
You’re the quiet in my loudest sky.
In your arms is where I belong,
A gentle place, our lifelong song.
Doris, I'm holding on, holding on tight—
I'm waiting for you to come back home to your light.
A rhythm steady, like trusted sands.
You’ve built a world from honest things,
Where every smile blooms and freedom sings.
I’ve seen the storm, I’ve faced the fight,
But your warmth pulls me through the night.
Stay with me when doubts run deep,
This promise is ours to keep.
Wrap this quiet yearning like a ghost.
Every whisper, every sigh—
You’re the quiet in my loudest sky.
In your arms is where I belong,
A gentle place, our lifelong song.
Doris, I'm holding on, holding on tight—
I'm waiting for you to come back home to your light.
Your love’s the thread through my simplest days.
I cherish the way you listen and stay,
The soft certainty when skies turn gray.
Wrap this quiet yearning like a ghost.
Every whisper, every sigh—
You’re the quiet in my loudest sky.
In your arms is where I belong,
A gentle place, our lifelong song.
Doris, I'm holding on, holding on tight—
I'm waiting for you to come back home to your light.
Counting heartbeats, feeling your charms.
Doris, soon, no more delay—
I’ll find my home where you’ll always stay.
Doris, can’t wait to hold you close,
Your love’s a map in my wandering hands,
Doris, can’t wait to hold you close,
No need for grand words or wild displays,
Doris, can’t wait to hold you close,
So here I am with open arms,