Child of sorrows, tears do fall,
But I still love you most of all.
The wind and rain may bring you pain,
But I'm not here to do the same.
My one desire - to see your smile,
Formed of joy to bring me light.
Do not despair, for I am here,
Do not cry for all is right.
Child of sorrows, tears do fall,
But I still love you most of all.
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Impossible and Beautiful Things Sad Hopes and Sweet Dreams
PoesíaShort poems with various themes.