Thy Careful Love
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Thy careful love
Wilt thou not lift me onto thy chest
When the ring wilt call my name?
The rain wilt fall making pattering sound,
The sound of murmuring wind wilt invoke.
What if death wilt usher my name!
Thy cosy breast wilt be my real rest.
Death wilt fail to ultimate shed
When thy warm Preferring buss
Wilt make a protective bevel.
Thy arms and profound embrace wilt make for me the highest heaven.
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