Be with me in Henley
On early morn when petals graced the sun
A touch of first born mist unfolds each day,
And all the butterflies will be in one--
To greet the blooming flowers of bright May.
Then there thou art O Lily of my life:
Thy merest smiles sketching throí mine eyes,
O faithfully Iíll be with thee my wife
I wore thy ring, and there is no disguise.
Please be with me in Henley O my love,
Follow all the beat of mine innermost,
Itís there our dreams guarded by light above,
We'll never be apart again; weíre close.
I searched for thee till sun egress to rest--
Then I found thee, Iíll give thee all my best.
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