Cradle My Head,Whisper my Name, for
I crave the taste, encore.
Stroke my brow, and.....shush,
my ills.
Hold, my hand.
Before,
they lay me down.
Who'll kiss, me now....?
Kiss me, like .......oft before.
I only ever, kissed those I loved.
And I remember, everyone.
Each, and every...... girl.
But, not all,...... their names.
With every taste.
Each tender time, or in midst, of passion.
You stole, a little piece, of my heart.
I savoured love, and all her dreams.
And now my heart is empty.
As
all my loves, have .......gone.
Giajl © Jim Love