Like a storm cloud in April, breaking,
You wept upon my chest,
Felt the hollow shaft of your loneliness.
I watch your tears descend in groove
Along the chisel of your cheeks;
Helpless, I offer you my smile.
Sorrow, the sister of grief and rue,
Despondence, emotional cancers eye;
Sometimes A smile can buy re-mission.
And should ever your heart feel heavy
When you lay your weary head to sleep
I'll be there to hold you near.
So, lean on me in your hours, dark,
Close your eye's, heed my words, and you'll-
Always feel my smile right next to you.
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FjR-MMXV
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