Starling

Tue, 05/23/2017 - 19:59 -- Neftee

A starling.

You are my dream.

Touch my lips with your lips

Make me complete.

Not all men find love.

But all men are slaves to it.

Chained at the wrist with heartache

It passes through their veins And it poisons their heart.

Touch my lips with your lips

Make my soul weep,

It weeps tears,

oh darling it weeps tears

It weeps tears of joy.

All men are chained to love,

With its lies and promises.

But darling that's a false love

And our love is true,

So truly be true to me And I to you.

Our souls will stay young

In bodies growing old,

But they shall grow old together.

My soul has been tethered to youth

With a rope made of you.

Starling my darling,

I am your man its true.

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