Always

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My dear, when the sun shines bright and clear...

I shall love you.

Should night descend, and I lose my way...

I shall love you.

In the Spring, when our love is green,

In Winter, when we seem to grow distant...

I shall love you.

When storms should come,

And all seems lost;

I shall lift you up so that you might be filled with hope.

And when you look up to our Father above,

I shall rejoice His name!

My darling, no matter what comes our way...

I shall love you...

Always.





Author's note: A very simple, older poem.

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