A letter to my lord...
Dearest Love, I send this word to bid thee good morrow... My longing for thee is that of bittersweet sorrow.. I wish for thy word and that which is wise... If only to look into thine eyes... I beseech thee my Lord... Lest I die upon a jagged sword... Our souls are kindred and will always be free.. Here and now I pledge my love to thee... May I deserve uncertain death... If what I pledge is with lying breath... Beseech me my lord... as I fair thee well... Till we meet again... Time only will tell...
Helene Anne Kaplan ®© 1998 All Rights Reserved
«Richard Marx ¤ Right Here Waiting»
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