![]() SpanA Poem by BelleStay with me let me hold your hand Fear not the flames of our desires Like the fireflies in Meadowland They need freedom to flare their lights. Across the valley, over the hill To where the sweet-sounding fantail And the wind delivers its trill Words of our souls we will proclaim. Dread not the sights of love, like air Its beauty will fly us in bliss Even the saints will dare to stare ‘til they beg they must be dismissed. If earthly names will take our flight Stay with me I will hold your hand We’ll fill each other's fingers span In a yard of a thousand thyme Nor, when tick of time will descend When our blooms will begin to fade When the night will become a blade I will stay still to hold your hand
I will stay still to hold your hand © 2017 BelleAuthor's Note
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