My speech

My speech is like a sword,
But my love for you is gentle,
But the time has come,
When I must soften my stance,
I love my little ones,
And you throw fire,
Out of your sweetest golden heart,
My sword will bend,
Because it's not meant to kill,
It's bent nook is to draw you still
Closer, Closer, Closer now.
I love you darling,
And you don't know How.
My piece of liver, kidney, and some sorrow,
Is playing games, but, you know, tomorrow
The first thought that creeps,
The first song I sing,
Is for you, then he, my brother,
Until, you know what life is all about,
I love you Sire, and you don't know How.