TIMELESS
Little one walk with me
Thy tears will mend -
Tis meant to be.
Woe betide such fools are we
From time before, again
Will never be.
My love for you aches to be bound
But nere to gotten -
Twas never meant to be found.
Shed thy tears shake thy might
On this road sorrow rents -
Tis our plight.
One day soon we will be gone
After trouble,
Which was ours - had to be born.
We will discover ourselves once again -
In heaven
Enraptured in pleasure our gift so rare.
So stay with me
In our moment of despair
As soon my love our victory
Will be clear.
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