I think of you each day I live alone.
How far this gulf between our lives has grown!
How oft I sigh for times with you I've known!
Yet hope comes back and says I am not alone
For life without your love, my dear, is vain.
So full of stress and grief, worry and pain.
Though all the wealth and gold of men I gain,
Without your love, your self, my dear, tis vain.
To live without the hope as you as mine
Would bring my death in such a short time
Your are a great and wonderful find
Each day apart my soul for you doth pine
You will one day fore'er be one with me
And all the world with be filled with glee
