Oh let me lay my head, tonight upon thine breast
and close my eyes against the fading light
my spirit needs rest, for i stand a weary man
as the sadness of the world has taken a unique perspective
turn me to you, and count tidings that the moon shades a certain color blue
though hearts remaining hopelessly intertwined
may turn around and hide, no longer all in for the long ride
i carry the memory of fond thoughts of you deep inside
and the depth of love found in my pit never lies
for true affection was realized, the night your blue moon died in my eyes
if the stain of strife were washed away by the joys of life
and an eternity of being apart, were solved by consequences of the heart
then i would kiss your forehead touching your soul
make passionate love to you until we grew old
You would be the dream that cause the very heavens to swoon
and a once forgotten heart, would find room
under the pale shadows, of the bluest of moons...KB
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