Loved so long and loved but once.
Yet still, he loves and loves but
her, but ours at last shall
endure. Beneath the sun and moon
we shall dwell. Trading smiles
for nothing and kisses with dream's
known so well. But ever love, and
love but one. To think of every
scene with that one. And who
that dear loved one may be,
Still I love and love but thee. . .
Aug 6/97
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