Let my mouth speak of your
Blood and pain.
Let my voice carry your burdens
And weight in sorrow.
Let my skin melt with yours.
Your mine, so are your pains.
Loving you with no reservations
On those times I feel you
try to love and be happy as a bird flying
with no wings in cold rains, my dear,
As you get sad, a part of me dies,
Little by little. Bit by bit.
I will be there for you,
Speak your ills, I shall listen,
My hands will hold,
My heart will understand,
My eyes looking into yours
With love.
Let me hold,
Tell me, don't dance in silence alone.
To music only you hear.
For my dear, for you,
My love, feeling alone,
even the most beautiful Rose cries in Spring.
Albert Alexander Bukoski
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