TIMELESS

Little one walk with me

Thy tears will mend -

‘Tis meant to be.

Woe betide such fools are we

From time before, again

Will never be.

My love for you aches to be bound

But nere to gotten -

T’was never meant to be found.

Shed thy tears shake thy might

On this road sorrow rents -

‘Tis our plight.

One day soon we will be gone

After trouble,

Which was ours - had to be born.

We will discover ourselves once again -

In heaven

Enraptured in pleasure our gift so rare.

So stay with me

 In our moment of despair

As soon my love our victory

Will be clear.