pieces of me from yesteryear...

if i but could

take the hurt
from out the wound
that lingers there
if i but could
take the rage
from out the deep
that dwells within
if i but could
take the sorrow
that sucks your life
away
if i but could
my love
 i surely
would

~

take my arms
my love
shelter from
the storm

you need
not ask
my love
for what
is mine
is yours

take my lips
my love
taste till
you are filled

you need
not want
my love
for they are mine
to give

take my heart
my love
we need not
ever part

you need
not need
my love
for love is
mine to give

there are no strings attached
no chains to hold you here

for love, my love,
my only claim

~

you take my breath away
i cannot help but stare

there is no end in sight
to the love i see there

i cannot help but stare

for you were always there
just a touch away

but it took love
to turn the night away

i cannot help but stare
~

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[there is another little yesteryear piece of me below - at voices from 1975]

voices from 1975...

if i held you to my breast
and nursed you with the love
that men have ravished there before

if i held you closer to me still
and kept you from the frigid cold
that men have locked me in before

 


if i held you even gentler
and kept you safe within my heart 


if i held you ever sweetly
and shared with you my thoughts
that men have plundered many times before

could it be that you
would only follow suit

and

i
would be
no more
~