Serf Tenderlion

Sweetheart, hold me close.

I’ll struggle for poetic prose. 

You keep steady whilst my own voice croaks. 

 

So, put on that red dress,

Comb back your hair,

I’ll find you that necklace, 

I deem fit to wear.

 

Though I know you like his the most,

Sweetheart, hold me close.

 

Just please think of him,

When you hold me,

Escape to his arms,

Where you want to be,

 

For I know you like his the most,

But, sweetheart, hold me close.

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