My Soul to Hold

Written by: kathleen stevens

My Lover,

Take my soul—once more,
 
Forget me not, as daisies trodden on
 
Which on the hill is found.
 
I am a weary way-worn traveler,
 
Onward bound to my native shore,
 
Desperate seas I roam alone,
 
Waves of clouds I chase away,
 
Island mist upon my face,
 
Let us meet—once more.
 
Grasp love’s newest breath,
 
Say you love me true,
 
Warm and freely I give to you,
 
My soul to hold—once more.