When He comes...
When He comes do not be afraid
I will not be far
When He comes do not run away
No use trying so hard
When He comes many widows will be labeled
Many mother will be called steril
I will be there
A bullet may pierce my head
From my forehead, through my brain
I won't remember you, because of the pain
But nevertheless I won't stop loving you
The arrow may trespass my heart
But my love you is locked within my soul
When He comes understand I'm going home
Home, sweet home where I'll waiting for you
posted by Dutchess at
12:00 AM
2 Comments:
A lady fair and pure of heart should know
To still accept, with love, a hollow man
Who's lived his life within the hallowed glow
Of ready love, and found it's all a sham.
Beyond the fir'y touch of passion's hand
Lies chivalry and unrequited skin
That longs for holy touch, but he's a man
Who's broken faith and wallowed in his sin,
But purity and chastity could bring
The state of flesh that he, so badly, seeks,
To love the moments well, without that thing,
That daemon's breath, that, high as heaven, reeks.
He needs his lady's love but must not give
That bit of him that causes life to live.
that is really nice.
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