Her crimson lips
remember the touch
of thy lover’s lips.
The love she thought was true,
she has found is not true
her heart calls to thee.
Can you not see
cupid who she be
she feels the love.
Her painted lids from which tears flow
to wash upon thy breast
remember the love she believed to be true.
As she feels the pain
of love that has been abandoned,
it will not be with thee.
She asks,
when Cupid sees her,
will I ever be loved?
He says to thee
you will be
believe.
That you are worthy
to be loved
it carries thee.
To heaven above
love is thee
it is as thee.
steers the heart to be
as you wish to be
loved by one.
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