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
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