My eyelids close to the touch of tender.
By Walter Burns
I’d hold you in my arms, love But then one day you’d fall For everything must do so It’s planned in nature’s call It’s the gravity of nature My heart weighs down in tow Watching a love that soars so high While tossed amongst the flow To know intent of nature’s reap The hope that love rejoices Weighs in reason my own demise Relief in bitter choices The touch of even my own skin Unnatural to the finger Cold and longing for thirsty love My dying begins to linger This is the last of my loving render My eyelids close to the touch of tender Written July 7th, 2001 © on Jul 07 2001 03:47 PM PST 0 • 8
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"I’d hold you in my arms, love..."