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Passion and Compassion
By
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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