Forever Love

by Michael James   Apr 11, 2007


To sorrow,
I bade good morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly;
She is so Constant to, me and so kind.
I would deceive her,
And so leave her,
But ah! she is so constant and so kind.

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