She's the light of my life And the throb of my heart, My true, loving wife; We never shall part. As long as God lends to us Breath and consciousness, We'll feel the soft winds Of true happiness. Then, as the years Grow shorter and few There'll be no great fears Of what may ensue. We'll cling to each other, As we have in the past. Our love will not smother; It was made firm, to last. By L. B. Strawn December 8, 1986 |
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