A TENDER WEAPON
Beneath the smile which often sits
Upon the lover's waiting lips
There lies a truth which can't be found
Within the chambers' secret sound
Beholden there with much aplomb
To hold the dream as it unfolds
There lives a message from the grave
Of one whose name is lost...to save
This tender weapon of the heart
Now bids the lovers never part
Where lies the truth of greater worth
This love was never meant for earth
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© 2016 Miss Sharon