Love Me More
A month of gentle loving May,
With fields awake with flowers;
On a woodland path we play,
In a moonlit dream’s sweet hours;
With a hope that had no fear,
A kiss for you, a sigh at last
When we held last year
And now, all that is past.
What a lovely world we knew,
When all was bathed in pearly dew;
With fireflies lit all aglow,
In wistful times of long ago.
When your eyes were wet with tears,
For all the lost and lonely years;
With all the songs that lovers know,
That you and I sang so long ago.
When the wind was on the river,
And starlight danced where shadows shiver
Twas then I held you close to me
And knew our love would always be,
For you took away the hours of sorrow.
And loved me more with each tomorrow;
So bring me hope and stars above me,
And love me more but always love me.
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