My Love Is
My love is constant as the clouds
That flit across the sky.
In sleep I call her name aloud
Though when awake I am too proud
To let her hear me cry.
My love is constant as the clouds
Her fertile valleys I have ploughed
And over them I fly.
In sleep I call her name aloud
Does her affection wear a shroud?
If so she won’t say why.
My love is constant as the clouds
She picked me from the madding crowd,
It’s her rules that apply.
In sleep I call her name aloud
With such sincerity avowed
Am I to be denied?
My love is constant as the clouds
In sleep I call her name aloud
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