Am I too always play the fool
a jester in your court of kings
to never know your touch your kiss
or share with thee the finer things

Am I too always be the hound
lieing faithful beside thy feet
to never know your heart nor mind
and never hear those three words sweet

Am I too always be the ****
never embraced by thy sweet hands
and die beneath the weight of time
that slips away like desert sands

Am I too always love you yet
unable here to make it known
then let this fool this humble cur
be as the sands on whispers blown

A promise painted on a kiss
that speaks in silence day and night
and guards the heart it's never known
and keeps you safe and holds you tight