When tears fall they come not from thee
When blood sheds it tis not thine
Love thus yearns from thy brest
Thou sorrow prevails
Think of thee when
Thus light tis no morrow
In shadows seep
Heed thee for love in thine care
I shall cometh tword thee
To my dark friends who do not believe that I care not for them. For friendship is the greatest gift of love that anyone can give if only they had the courage to take it without question nor fear.
~Mistress Piper >^^<~
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