Buried

BURIED

O’foolish tongue, unkept mind,

so easy out of control,

Why do you do as you do

and hurt your loved one so?

My words shall always lift you,

the arrow of hurt shall not fly,

The petty past be buried,

and never again ask, “Why?”

For true love as our love is,

is rare here in this life,

And swee-heart, I do love you,

and want you for my wife.

Ne’er again shall a tear fall

from those beautiful green eyes,

That I shall not quickly catch it,

then your cheek I will dry -

Trust me with the little things,

trust me with your part

Let me be your shelter, dear,

trust me with your heart -

You are loved!

Larry