A gift of beauty, A gift of grace,
Shines upon his gorgeous face.
Is it love,
flying like doves, him and I.
A gift of truce, a gift of hope
Shines upon his wondered mope.
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Macy's Poetry
All the emotional things in my life.
Your shriek of pain,
And the tears you cry,
Is my Vein,
My lullaby.
Still you never say goodbye,
And I still have to wonder why,
You want to make me cry.
So just stop your lie.
Though it seems hard to get by,
We can do it,
Sweet Lullaby.
~~Macy~~
And the tears you cry,
Is my Vein,
My lullaby.
Still you never say goodbye,
And I still have to wonder why,
You want to make me cry.
So just stop your lie.
Though it seems hard to get by,
We can do it,
Sweet Lullaby.
~~Macy~~