Sweet

I’ll chisel out a bowl
Carve out some good
Cradle you to my mouth
In a handmade spoon of wood

Show you all my kindness
Grant you every gift
Scoop out all my sugar
Shake down snow through my sift

I’ll believe all your words
I’ll watch all your stars
I’ll follow all your moons
I’ll heal all your scars

Meet me here
Come close, Dear
Love is near
Trembling fear

It doesn’t have to hurt
Not everyone’s a liar
I just want to warm myself
Beside your lovely fire

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