YOUR SHOULDER

Your shoulder is my great desire,
Which heps me to forget the world,
To hide my tears, to admire
Embraces when the heart is cold,
Which helps to seek for peace and care,
Get rid of age, forgive the foes,
Find the relief within a hair
Of sudden pain and hold my owns.
A woman's soul needs warmth and colour
To sing in unison with life,
The summer ends, the soul should cower,
The curtain falls, the play is rife.
The Author feels its falseness, sure,
It can't be hidden in the skies,
I pray for love, so safe, so pure,
With gentle hope in sparkling eyes.