My Love

I have worked all the rows with my back to the plow; She has served me my dinner and encouraged me somehow. I know that she loves me but why I can't see; So I give what she asks for that's how it must be. Life without love is a signing of death; A world without woman is a world without breath. I struggle to bend with the winds that might blow; Like I've struggled to keep the love that I know. I've won and I've lost and I've prayed to go on; So that love will stay with me till I'm long dead and gone.