Will you be mine
When the sun forgets to shine?
Will you lift my head
When I too forget?
Will you lie next to me
When I’m tired of everything
But you?
The carpet’s more soft
Than it truthfully ought
To be
But we
Remembered each others skin
And the softness we had within.
To replace the stains
We replace the strains.
The world’s soft, love.
The world’s as soft as we make it.