Let me hold you,
Your eyes are red,
Breath comes short,
Your face feels of dew.

There's no need to weap,
For I cannot die,
I'll live forever,
Do I need to repeat?

I've lived for hundreds,
Even thousands of years,
Never would I want,
Our hears thrown asunder.

Never leave my side,
I shall always adore,
Always remember,
If I once saw you cry.

It would break me to pieces,
To remember you this way,
Please dry your eyes,
Let those tears cease.

RLS
9/30/98

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