Count my love not labour lost
though sunk in the depth of despair
Where love is nothing but a dream
that i wake up to loose
spare my soil its deserved shame
though gone astray in lusty lonely ways
int he depth of my essence
a deeper love rest untouched
how can i sacrifice your soul?
something i never owned?
if not in the hope of love
the truth that keeps me on
on and on, the road of life
though dry and weary
never mourn my just decline
in thi unkind journey of love
Monday, January 15, 2007
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