Softly the pale moon crept; Far away my loved one slept While in my heart I wept, For I was sad and lonely. I knew she loved me, too, And that would keep me true What ever might ensue, For I loved her only. A love as true as ours Is as beautiful as flowers So I pass the lonely hours Thinking of her only. By L. B. Strawn September 2, 1982 |
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