I live to touch heart on your soul
to treat you like you're precious gold
my gentle, young and loving foal:
such is the promise I've foretold.
If there are storms in your eyes,
then they're true as the song in my heart
against the wrath of human lies
I will keep you and your pain apart.
I play the lyre to the feel of the heat in your smile,
I raise my water-filled glass to worship your name.
Tarry with my love awhile
and I'll promise, it won't hurt the same.
I raise my voice against the evils in our pain
watch the outside world reel with helpless rage:
there is no worth to such angry distain--
and I will free you from that cage.
Whether love is flying in clear skies
or through the heart's eclipse
I hope that you can realize
I live to taste the truth on your lips.
I want to make you happy,
I want to make you smile
Don't mean to be too sappy
but for you I'd win the Nile.
When there are others in this world
who find that they mean to offer harm
do not to their anger hurtle
instead, you find my open arms.
You protect me when my heart is livid as a burn, a welt;
I will hold wrap your heart with mine when it is broken
Equality, God's generous gift, is soft as gentle felt
to me: so please, remember the soft words I've spoken.
The pain in you is not awakened
my sun, my light, my gentle love
and I will not her love forsaken
but let me be your peace-granting dove.
I
am always here
for you.
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