ON THE PAIN OF DEATH

On the pain of death, I shall not tell you,

I shall not reveal, the one I love,

On the pain of death I shall not let it slip,

I shall not allow the wisp to meander its way into an ear,

I promise never to tell,

I will not even budge.

They say that a rolling stone gathers not moss,

My stone shall never roll,

Like the monoliths of old,

Like the British Stonehenge,

I shall stand firm,

I shall be strong,

Be strong for you.

On the pain of death,

I promise to be true,

True as the north,

Straight as the arrow,

Sure footed I will move,

Slowly and carefully,

Gently and softly,

On the pain of death, yes on the pain of death.

On the pain of death,

I promise to be yours,

Yours forever and shared by none other,

I promise to cherish and remember,

Never let the ember,

Fade and go out,

Allow myself to be dismembered,

To save your name, and your honour,

On the pain of death,

On the pain of death.

I WOULD

Just a bit of warmth, with my hand to your face,

The soft silk touch, of the hair on your head,

Just a soft smile, dancing on your lips,

 And the fire in your eyes, playing at the helm.

Just a kind word, grace from your heart,

Something to make me smile,

Something to make me happy too.

Just a quick yes, and send me on my way,

A rushed answer, that will give me comfort,

The speed of it, sending me tumbling and crushing.

Just the comfort of your touch,

And the warmth of your lips,

Just the gentleness of the breeze, that is your eyes,

I would hear, the music of your voice,

I would desire, just a little bit of you, I would you.

That day will come,

That hour swiftly arrive,

That day will come,

 That moment marked out in time,

That day will come,

I shall but wait.