Sunday, September 18, 2011

Shy and tired-eyed am I today

There lies a man of my heart
A fine and complete work of art
Here, I his woman, his home, and his heart
And proud to be playing that part


Rest in the bed of my bones
All that I have is a home
And all you can do is promise me bold
That you won't let me grow dark
Or cold
As long as we both shall live

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