Grey clouds may be closing in
But I have faith that love shall win.
The aches and pains shall cease
For my love shall never decrease.
Rise from thy bed
Fair maiden
And look at the road
Ahead. The path may be laden
With obstacles and such,
But don’t run away and use those as a crutch.
In thy sickly hour,
I pray for thee to find thy strength and power.
Stay strong my dear,
Like the rose.
Let your thorns strike fear,
But you pedals bring cheer.
I have not written any prose
So beautiful as you.
Do not let fear become true,
And please find it in your heart to love me too.
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