The future My Love, may seem bleak,
But that way of thinking is for the weak
Weak in Spirit
Weak in Truth
Weak upon Weak
My Sweet, that is not you
Forge ahead with a song in your step
Glide along happily like when we first met
Long ago, before you were born,
your spirit was one not to be outworn
Listen My Sweet, I sing you a song
Keep this in your heart for it will not be long
When all your heart's desire will be met
This is true My Love
Do not lament
I love you truly, surely I do
What I have for you
Is coming soon.
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