#49 (“On this, the day for love, my heart doth sing. . .”)

 

                        On this, the day for love, my heart doth sing.

                        Ye are my Sweet’ alway’, my love so true!

                        I love thee much, my dear:  Look, see, my ring!

                        Most beauteous  is it, dearest mine—I coo!

                        Yea, romance I do see with us in twain.

                        In Oxford life so good will be for sure.

                        In dream I saw this truth of sun, no rain.

                        Miss’ippi sun will be the best of cure’.

                        Together we will meet life rich with joy.

                        No tears to mar our days for we are two

                        As one!  Always’ we be!  ‘Tis true—not coy!

                                    I bless my luck with you, my dear, my love!

                                    Forever we be one, my Sweet’, my Dove!

 2/14/2005

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