...Please. Just let me embrace
Your wounded aching soul
And kiss your weeps away,
I beg, don t hide your face,
Come, cry aloud your moan...
I ll switch off morning ray,
And stay with you till dawn
To watch the sunset grace,
Although I haven t, you know,
A pillow to ease the pain...
How I d love to hush this ado
And I sing you lullaby in vain,
But I d better read a poem
About the ocean or desolate bay...
My, your sunshine s so solemn,
I m strolling down your hair,
Unconscious of making us sway...
I wish your pain was stolen,
Forever, on a foggy windy day
And left no trace, I m mad of.
I can t help crying in twain,
Hush…it s not right, but it s ok,
Let s listen to the rhymes of rain.
please
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