My Love
I have worked all the rows with my back to the plow;
She has served me my dinner and encouraged me somehow.
I know that she loves me but why I can't see;
So I give what she asks for that's how it must be.
Life without love is a signing of death;
A world without woman is a world without breath.
I struggle to bend with the winds that might blow;
Like I've struggled to keep the love that I know.
I've won and I've lost and I've prayed to go on;
So that love will stay with me till I'm long dead and gone.
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