Alan Ayers Art
And I promise to touch you ever so gently
Alan Maramag
That you'll mistake my caress for a swift breeze born for
the simple sake of blowing your troubles away.
You are safe child.
But if pain ever dare threaten the safety of our love,
Then I would grant you wings to lift your spirit above
the sky and allow your tears to free fall onto the face
of the earth, so that its children begin to believe that the
rain comes from an angel crying.
So let it rain, let it rain, let it rain and I will stand
a hundred miles beneath you with my hands lifted towards
the heavens collecting your teardrops in crystal glasses
of wine.
Because I believe that this love potion number nine holds
the remedy for time and just one taste would allow me to
love you forever.
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