Wednesday, 23 February 2011

Honesty

For I am old and cold my love
For I am old and cold
And dried like a husk of corn my love
Dried like a husk of corn

You think to warm my bones my love
You think to warm my bones
But my cold is deeper than bone my love
My cold is deeper than bone

The chill is in my soul my love
The chill is in my soul
Can your warmth reach so far my love
Can your warmth reach so far

Oh but a body's heat is comforting
And you are scorching young
Then try your heat my lovely lad
And warm my very the soul
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