I give her sadness,
And the gift of pain,
The new-moon madness,
And the love of rain.
I give her sadness,
And the gift of pain,
The new-moon madness,
And the love of rain.
Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories