Until I die, like other men, I'll gladly never woo again For how could I be free to woo While living in the dream of you? For spring in bloom and summer's blush For autumn's grace and winter's hush My heart with thee will e'er remain Till elder years are born again So darling, let me take my chance For enterence to a sweet romance Whatever chance and fate decide, My heart with you will always bide.
awwwwwwwwww what a lovely poem....i love it....'summers blush'winters hush'.... full of such lovely images and colours .. x x x
