Kevin Michael Bloor

Stolen Years

Oh, feed me with your true love tears

and hold me down the dreamless years,

where twilight haunts both day and night

and sleeplessness is prayerless plight

 

Oh, kiss me with your lips so chaste,

It’s been so long since we embraced,

or wept or laughed or played the fool

or broke your father’s iron rule.

 

Oh, lend to me your gentle hand,

so we may stroll across the sand,

where I will promenade with pride,

my queen of beauty by my side.

 

Oh, stay with me till twilight fade

and shadowed silhouettes invade

this life, to touch with true love tears

our sacred, salvaged, stolen years.