Dry Your Tears
dry your tears
death has gone
and I am here,
no fear my love
no fear my dear
no fear for love is a monster
with flowers for hair
and a warm heart with a sore thumb,
no fear my dear, for love will not eat you-
but in turn will make you smile and laugh
-with a joke or two-
(about a fool in love)
and love shall sing you a song
and lead you to me
so my love don't cry
dry your tears
for I am here now,
no fear my love...
...no fear my dear...
.1.6.2014.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014
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