The love we won
is so remote.
The time has gone
since we wrote.
Pain concealed
behind pale hands.
A heart be healed
in distant lands.
Hear my plea
in simple rhyme.
Words cross the sea
and mind no climb.
Ditch the knife
my love is true.
I give my life
for one with you.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC
The love we won
is so remote.
The time has gone
since we wrote.
Pain concealed
behind pale hands.
A heart be healed
in distant lands.
Hear my plea
in simple rhyme.
Words cross the sea
and mind no climb.
Ditch the knife
my love is true.
I give my life
for one with you.
