Sometimes I think ..oh love
you would look so good on me
You ask, then why do you run away from me when I seek thee?
...and I say, you always come in red
mama taught me that means trouble, so you say
tomorrow oh thine I shall come in black
Am terrified! black terrifies me,
for the grief it bringeth thine heart cannot bear..
So if you come someday, do not come in colours
that might stain thine heart..come crystal clear
So thine eyes can see what thy bear..
and maybe my legs wont carry me in scare..
For thine piety might melt me unaware..and oh do come by day
So yours warmth I may feel at night.
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