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Passion and Compassion


Rusty Broadspear

When my Princess cries, I fall apart

She becomes so broken,

She steals my life, tears my heart.

My words are softly spoken.

I assure her of undying love

Kiss and stroke her swimming eyes

Hold her gentle, hold her close

I take her sobs and sighs

And bury them in a secret place

That my Princess cannot find.

In my hands I hold her face

And read her precious mind.

So delicate, and so very pure

Free spirit so confused.

I'm so in love, of that I'm sure,

Oh free spirit, so very bruised.

When my Princess laughs, I rise to heights

I've never known before.

She gives me life, soothes my heart

That has an ever open door

For my Velveteen Princess.

Rejoicing in her happy face

Sharing happiness

In our private secret place.

We take our feelings to Scottish hills

To light a flaring beacon,

For all to see that we have a love

That will grow and never weaken.

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