Crying Eyes
Could a sadder face there be?
Oh Crying eyes,
melancholy.
Please, don't drip
those salty drops.
So many kisses I'd give to stop!
I am yours
you are mine
we will get threw in little time.
For what is life?
A little race?
We set the gaols
we make the pace.
So with me run.
We will get threw.
You help me, I'll help you
Sure and keen
eye's on the mark
Let's give this course
a little spark.
Slow to see a river glide
forest green, country side.
Drink in scent of hewy blooms,
pause to touch in cedar rooms
Give this chase a pinch of spice
A season spent to melt the ice,
that grips us when,
we do fear,
of wasted steps,
passing years.
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