Friday, March 15, 2013

Small Lucky Song

I have a constant lover
Who cradles me in her arms
And, when she can, protects me
From my reckless love of harm.

And, when she can't, I love her
The way I love sun and air.
I keep the faith she worlds me
When we despair we're not there.

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