I’ve no intent to move you to crying and tears
I speak so you can catch and keep your breath
And know that after me that love must overcome death.
For that false love that cheats hides and deceives
A mere plastic glove that only trusts what one perceives
Nay I’d rather speak of the love where nothing can be hidden
And follow your quest for that love as you are bidden.
Love that discerns my weakness
Comforts me in my sadness
Letting me borrow its strength
Sending it to others beyond life’s length.
