Be My Love
Come live with me
And be my love
If all the world and love were young
To live with thee and by thy love
A honey tongue
A heart of gull
Love bide me welcome
Yet my heart drew back
But quick-eyed love
Observing me grew slack
With a proud heart maliciously inclined
And save my soul as well as yours
Let pity first appear
Then love
I filled with love,
And this all over charms;
In the tempest of my soul to thee.
Shall give thee freedom
Dear love give me justice or give me death
Then this shall be a living contradiction.
By, Synthia C. Jimenez
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