Golgothas

Through thick and thin My arms you're within. Warm and round, This won't get old, For as you said; All that glitters shall not be gold. Most of them carry hordes of gold, Jewels and crystals, riches untold, But I have one thing that they will Never have, and that is you dear: You're my healing salve. Lives lived with distance greater than, But we are romantics, and we can Hold onto each other far from lovers Grace. Oh no, my dear, even in distance Our hearts can race. Nothing more than an intoxicated man's rambling I'm no poet and we both know it, so I'm really gambling On the hopes you will like this lyric, so that thee kn