Treasure Island

Damian Cranney

(27/09/1949 / Liverpool)

For You


Ask me why and I will find the answer,
Ask me the way and I will guide your footsteps,
Question the reason and I will justify the action,
If you are worried, I will be beside you,
If you need me, I will be There for you,
If you need comfort I will hold you,
If you need love I will love you,
if you need to love I will caress you,
I will not make demands on you,
I am there by your side whenever you need me.

your presence uplifts me,
Together we are as one,
without you life is empty,
But with you life is fun.
.
Now and forever
Always in tune,
Hold my hand now,
And I'll take you to the moon.

Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 24, 2014

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