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.
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