An Hour
Dear Lord,
Grant me one hour,
To spend with my love,
Then take me, or forsake me,
When I shed this life
Like a worn glove...
One hour, dear Lord,
Is all that I ask,
To share with my love,
In tenderness I can
than bask
Her soft skin held against me,
With the scent of sweet angels,
To fall fast asleep
With a love that enables
My heart to melt in joy,
And senses enriched,
As if my sweet love
Had me bewitched
This is my final prayer,
I need nothing more...
And than I will fulfill
What ever the chore
That last tender grasp
Will be enought for me,
To live on forever
In pain or ecstasy.
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