I have not purged the rhythm in my soul,
Nor has death yet here silenced beating heart;
But of this time called living, this I know,
Your love for me has made the better part.
With you I have not faced the world alone
Steadfast you’ve stood forever at my side,
And in soft gentle ways your love has shown
Your heart to be as constant as the tide;
But what have I to give to love denote
For all the precious caring you’ve bestowed?
Not but these simple tear stained words I wrote,
Well knowing naught can pay the debt you’re owed;
In ink I pledge to mighty gods above,
That I am yours in pure unending love.
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