Tread softly
through me, should you want to stay,
Softly be
your poet´s words & I´ll bequeath you play,
Touch me with
your fingers, as soft as clouds above,
Set gentle
eyes upon my soul & tender will be my love,
Be careful,
when strumming my heart-strings darling,
And I shall
sing you ballads, of larks & early starlings,
Tenderly hold
me close, but with space for future fleeing,
And forever
I´ll bestow on you, my very heartfelt being.
No comments:
Post a Comment