Return
Reverse this loss, my innocent soul, my life you were, the purest know, for, when I couldn't live your slave, I died, because you couldn't save. Return to me, when e'er you dream, to days of young blood's thoughtless stream within that place and to this face you sought with aught a care what seem. For every sunny, tree lined sky is you are why, and every letter wasted here is you are near. Return to me and hold me dear. Love, keep my heart forever there. In every place, you claimed for you what... Sign in to see full entry.