Though you may doubt, I’ve always thought of you
For where I’ve roamed, your visage followed me,
Whether at sea or on yon mountains blue
Your smile a rainbow of felicity.
By evening fires I felt you by my side…
Eyes draped in restful sleep, I saw you there;
No place I’ve gone on this great world and wide
Did my lone soul not pine to have you near.
Sweet love seems both a blessing and a curse—
A feather light, yet still a heavy stone
To bolster us when we are at our worst,
Or bring us down when left to ache alone.
By heaven’s grace, these actions speak of love,
And if not so, what argument disproves?

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