On softness
The softness I still hold,
For you, deep and within,
Fits my heart like a mold—
Can hardly be a sin.
Can I ever be bold,
And crawl under your skin?
For you—as you are told—
My patience isn’t thin.
The softness I still hold,
For you, deep and within,
Fits my heart like a mold—
Can hardly be a sin.
Can I ever be bold,
And crawl under your skin?
For you—as you are told—
My patience isn’t thin.