The morning bird will so softly sing, But you won't hear him yet this spring, But this, I do love, understand, This is not quite an easy thing. We have missed sharing this today, The warm breeze of a summer day, But this, I do love, understand, We will upon an autumn day. And this autumn, brings me this fear, Will pass on by without you here, Yet this, I do love, understand, That this fine day is drawing near. Oh, tomorrow do not you know, We will miss playing in the snow, Yet this, I do love, understand, The waiting will make my heart grow. I shall remain patient quite long, So silently singing this song, Yet this, I do love, understand, Another year has come and gone.
Reason for writing:
For the pleasure of my true love, Jean Louise of Sidney,
British Columbia, Canada, the inspiration of my heart.
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