Write me a love song
to sing me your praise
it may amount to nothing
but sentiments do no wrong.
My body be a flower
to wither in the wind
to grow and bloom and blossom
frailness in each hour.
Weakness is my sigil
yet you ply me with song
and to your words at night will keep
they echo in my vigil.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 10:42 AM UTC
Write me a love song
to sing me your praise
it may amount to nothing
but sentiments do no wrong.
My body be a flower
to wither in the wind
to grow and bloom and blossom
frailness in each hour.
Weakness is my sigil
yet you ply me with song
and to your words at night will keep
they echo in my vigil.
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