That cannot be, not changed, nor slowed.
So soft he pulls my heart the strings,
The spell must run until it's flowed.
He lives, he laughs, he loves, he goes-
He moves about, with ups and downs,
But where his love is no one knows,
I only wish, to take his frowns.
I'd kiss, and hug, and hold him too.
I'd let him win, and rant, and rave,
And yes, I'd stay with him, so true,
His love, is love, I'd always crave.
Bellow or whisper, day and night,
His hopes and dreams, I'd make my own,
If only I was in his sight,
Or if my love, to him, was known.
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