Come to me my sweet.|
Let me put my arms around you,
look fathoms deep into your eyes
and talk of you and what is true.
I loved you the moment we met
but that was in my callow youth.
Years with you made me anew
and that my love is gospel truth.
I was impatient, quick of temper,
and in every spat had to be right.
You listened with grace and a smile
and loved me the more every night.
Came a day when I saw the light,
your sweetness set old me aside.
I became all you wanted me to beó
a man worthy to call you his bride.
Eternally grateful I sincerely am
to have had you as wife and tutor.
I shudder to think I may have lost you
to a wealthy, ready-made suitor.
(A small part of this poem is autobiographical.)
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