The Sweetest Tears
By Sailing To Windward
Oh to be your lasting rock,
to wrap you safe in tissue;
to turn back that heartless clock,
or set the quickening sand;
to wish I didn’t miss you,
to be there – to hold your hand.
These are hopes, and things I miss.
But more than this I wish
to sweep aside dark, dark fears
from here, for ever after,
with love, and those sweet, sweet tears
which fall from joy and laughter.
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