Yours
Because I love you more than all the world
I write of other things,
For how shall little words combine to tell
The wonder that love brings?
And yet if there be one frail song of mine
That finally endures,
By all the love my lips have never sung,
You know that it is yours.
I write of other things,
For how shall little words combine to tell
The wonder that love brings?
And yet if there be one frail song of mine
That finally endures,
By all the love my lips have never sung,
You know that it is yours.
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