Her Panacea...

I know that her grief is beyond repair
But I do at times wistfully wish
When her eyelashes unfurl in despair
That her love take rebirth in a swish

And let him be balm to her aching heart
Panacea, i wish, his name comes to be
He should home her, in a quart of his heart
White a horse nor a sceptre need he have

If this be you, mate, i ll show you her house
Take you to her door, ring the bell for you
Build a chat for you, and leave her your spouse
But this be my threat, a tear drop or few

Consequences will you face my dear
For every drop she sheds u have got to fear