The Gem in Black

THE GEM IN BLACK Give me black, I'll write on your heart To the smile, cherished; found in her Sleep no more, come up Let me hold thy hand up While you smile, gazing up In thee, no trouble slays If I'm ever trapped, cuddle! Lost in thee, to say no more Walk of the hour of timeline To gem so rare in black Tilting the wave of ocean's flow Willingly, I agreed to your wave-line As East winds bring a call up whistle Calm me, in thy calmness Dress me, in thy decency Mould me, in thy confidence Till black is written, on golden stand. By Sir Taitophil; adapted for Pharm Christie.