Each day memories bring a joyous tear
Seeding my love to grow by month and year
For one day you'll accept me dear
Thus cleansing with sweet love my every fear
Hope stands on ends with subtle laughs, a healing ale
For you whom I'd die for, I'll live for
And my heart is yours to love or fail
Give me this and I shan't ask for more
Full moons have whispered once
Clocks run mayhem, I'm an amateur on Broadway
Puppy thoughts no, this is all so true
Life and beyond you are my sun buds of May
martin.
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