Conviction of Caregiving

Infront of her they called me a bloodyfool When my heart called her beautiful Lies she was told in their alibi But she told how she felt them as a sweet lullaby When they said she was to mourn her bereaved cares She said she fear not in the pain of her cares For she gives care to the pain she would bear As she showed lament in all her tears For my tears not to be of swear Then i mourned all her bereaved cares with bliss of tears For in her love she exercised caution Opening my heart handled forth to come For i saw the roots of caring for someone with constant attention As she stood as a pilla made of cedars To rafter the house my heart