In your arms you carry me
Though I can surely walk
The love that shines down from your eyes
Precludes the need to talk
All through my days I know you're there
A loving touch away
Your quiet gentle presence
Means there's nothing more to say
And yet as time ticks slowly by
Well, fate may play a card
The love's still there, as always is
Despite that times get hard
So reach for me and I'll be there
And call me if you're blue
And if you ever start to fail
Then I will carry you.
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The Tree of Dreams
PoetryRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
