I could be the way, but never the slope, A smoky tavern, where you’d find hope. I could be a cradle, a newborn’s bed, A refuge for your soul when life brings dread. I could be the veil that shrouds your grief, Your tender lover, bringing relief. I’d be a lash with a tear to shine, A playful child with a laugh divine. Let me be the hand in winter you hold, My pocket’s warmth will banish the cold. If storms should roar with thunderous might, I’ll be the feeling that fills you with light. In rain, I’d be the umbrella you wield, A sleigh bell’s chime through snow-covered fields. I’d be a gift to make your heart leap, Your steadfast hero, my love runs deep. I could be the stair where you rise with glee, And hope that forever you’d stay with me. I’d be the scarf that shields you in gales, A warm, safe home if your love prevails. Let me be the passion your heart can’t hide, If one day you’d come, and stay by my side.
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