Give it not up to the grave
Nor lock it in a vault
To be forever forgotten.
It is here for you to have--
And let there be no fault
In what is by love begotten.
Take good care, it is her heart
She gives to you to guard.
Yield it up not now nor never.
If, for a time, she must depart,
Even then do not discard
But keep it close to you forever.
No comments:
Post a Comment