Linger with your fingertips Above the summit of my skin And hold me there in anguished want That I may beg you to come in
By User1237 years ago in Poets
Your beauty beams with patent rage Undiminished and unharmed with age Like the primrose of the spring You are the jewel that sunshine brings
Wipe the doubt upon your eyes, For love, it does exist! How can you see and still decline At witness of a love like this?
Death upon the earth does rage And shakes the humble soil Underneath the wars they wage For power, peace and oil. There’s blood in every quiet street
The sun has set upon my nation, The sun has set. But still I cannot catch my breath. I cannot catch my breath. Too little space for air to come.
For political correctness' sake let’s call them ‘underprivileged kids from broken homes’; for correctness' sake, let’s call them