I can hear it in his voice,
that tempting, saddened rhyme
whisp¹ring of a shadowed past,
a twisted nursery rhyme.
Is this why his pale, smooth brow
frets with ceaseless fears?
Is this why I'm drawn to him,
to kiss away his tears?
Heart of hearts, let me be right
in guarding with my best
he whose presence touched my soul
before we'd even met!
