Who would read?
Not me, not me
Would you, Oh my love so dear
Or should it be lost like those million words
I would have been fraught in woe
Of your incessant transgressions
Yet those are not for me to judge as
I am here, to love, to love you,
Not necessarily be loved
And so I shall do my due
When the winds of reason shall blow
And they do, they so do, and how, and how often
Reach out, call out, holler
I shall stand before you, protect your mind of regrets
Bear your pain, for your pain is mine,
not yours, can't let it be
So yes, holler
If I have ceased to breathe, know
And know true
I shall still manifest, as your aide
Hold you in my love's protecting shadow
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