My King
I know not what the morn may bring
But to this hope I cling, I cling
Your loving voice to heart will bring
The joy I need to take to wing
Into your arms myself I’ll fling
I’ll crown you now, the king, the king
Into your soul my song I’ll sing
With love to sooth and take the sting
I'll proudly wear your signet ring
And let you taste my spring, my spring
I'll let you do most anything
Attached to you is every string
Eileen Manassian
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014
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