In the very first blink of mine eye
At the early breaking of the day
And the soft sound of a birds cry

Did not cover a slow contented sigh
At your image in mine minds display
In the very first blink of mine eye

All fear of failure can surely die
In loves warm, tender cliché
And the soft sound of a birds cry

No matter of the grayness of sky
Mine soul and yours at constant play
In the very first blink of mine eye

Thy strength of us cannot go awry
No matter or not if mine nerves fray
And the soft sound of a birds cry

Knowing that true love is not a lie
Chase any doubts so far away
In the very first blink of mine eye
And the soft sound of a birds cry

04/21/2013

Posted on 09/15/2013
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