come easily, come softly

Come easily, come softly, my dear
the clock strikes twelve and i am left breathless
awaiting for something more divine,
something to quell my unforgiving heart

Come easily, come softly, oh dear one
for no longer can this fool bear it,
Ease my loneliness and come,
come and sit with me

'how naive, how foolish,'
the stars must cry, watching and grieving,
for this fool waits every twelfth hour for you
holding this rose so delicately, like you

The vines are impossibly high tonight, my dear,
twisted and thorny
unbreaking, and unforgiving

Come quickly, my fair maiden
for twilight has struck, and my heart so heavy
your smile, my love, is etched in the moon
a symphony is sung by the winds for you

a rustle, a foostep
and you have come, softly - oh dear one!

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