Gracious Words.

when the sky shows naught of light let the waves of my lips bestow a soft caress on your tearful face when the yawning dawn drops its dew on the sobbing roses, know that my hand is yours to hold and when my tongue fails me look into my eyes and you’ll see my heart belongs to thee.

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