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Beautiful as Flowers

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