In Love

Shall I betow most favor'ble praise
to thee whom I call mine?
Upon thy face I wish to gaze
to see thine eyes that shine.
Thou art more dear than closest friend
and time with thee more prized
Unwaiv'ring love refus'd to bend
e'er since the sun first rised.
'Tis thee I see whene'er I sleep
while stars shine high above.
Within thy soul a river deep
and all I've known of love.
A rose will die, as sure as time will pass,
But my devotion for thee will outlast.


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