In Love it is Our Fault

When the clouds amass
over Sutton bird less skies
than I think of as mornings pass
than I miss you in a dream kiss.

You are grater in beauty
than country itself each state
this my love I can debate
this my hand in hand our mutiny.

If I smile you hate it
it is serious your concerns
when our fragile boat shakes
when our sail cloth tares.

Come to my arms then
this your need, now and when
let me hold you while earth storms
let me lift your chin so our eyes meet.

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