Tänkvärda Textrader #5

the dust of civilizations
and loves sweet remains
slip off of your fingers
and come driftin' down like rain

the pages of Revelation
lie open in your empty eyes of blue
I watch you slip that
comb through your hair
and this I promise you

I'll work for your love dear
I'll work for your love
what others may want for free
I'll work for your love
--
Bruce