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'Tis My Love For Thee'Tis my love for thee That bringeth me back, The moon shineth above In the starlit sky. I've watched thee over yonder 'Neath the weeping willow, Under the most brightest of suns During the hottest of days. I shant sayeth goodbye Whilst I hold thee in my arms, I shall kisseth thee so tenderly Whilst my heart beateth hard in my chest. Thou hair is like golden silk Thou eyes are the color of the sea, I shall wipest thy tears From thy prettiest of eyes. The dawn of a new day Can't cometh fast enough, It shant be long Before I'm able to holdeth thee again. Thee shant shed tears As I, shall be back again, To taketh thee into my loving arms And wisk thee away into the sunset. Copyright Cynthia Jones July.5/2006 I was inspired by a picture. I was hoping to write in the old English style, but think I may have failed. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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