I have a love
that makes me strong
That proves me wrong
And dwarfs me long.
Comes every night,
sits by my window,
her ways rush in,
just like the wind go
When morning comes,
as times before,
she skips on shells
along the shore.
A string of beads,
a heart in tow
She carries secrets
only we know.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
I have a love
that makes me strong
That proves me wrong
And dwarfs me long.
Comes every night,
sits by my window,
her ways rush in,
just like the wind go
When morning comes,
as times before,
she skips on shells
along the shore.
A string of beads,
a heart in tow
She carries secrets
only we know.
