Call me and tell
That you love me,
I don’t have claims.
I forgive
All your mistakes
With my heart opened.
I’ve made the same,
So God knows.
And believe,
When he begins
To count our acts
Of kindness,
He’ll find
What to write down
In your profile.
Do I speak too much?
I should keep silent.
I’m able to wound too painfully
In the early age, I’m taught.
And your boxes are ended
To put the arrows
Which have been started up in you,
And my quiver is still full.
Quiver is full
© Copyright: Джулай Бэккит, 2009
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