MY ETERNAL LASS
I thought of our past years
Which was as lovely as a rose
My eyes were twinkling with tears
Dancing on my cheeks, to you it bows
We talked with open heart and tongue
Till the church clock chimes
As a pair, though we were young
And made witty rhymes
To seek thee did I rove
Breaking the silence of seas,
All my way, I bore thee my love,
Which is eternal, but not a lease,
My eyes are crying,
By the tears of your beauty.
From my heart its flowing,
Carrying my love in plenty...
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