Darby and Joan
Sweet love,sweet affection,
Though as old as ages,
Your love never fades away,
Like the morning rose, it blooms,
It never withers or dies in a day.
Like the daffodils that bloom in the garden,
Though haste away so soon,
But linger in the heart till night.
Renewal of love every minute,
Beautiful, blooming,fresh and evergreen.
Like trees planted by the rivers of waters,
Which produce new leaves when old ones wither away!
Darby and Joan,though old,
Your love stays still,till the end of time.
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