A Song For My Valentine
Let wild the wet and whirling winds;
Let shake the earth with wrath;
Let fires spew indignant rage;
Let waters heave and froth.
Let crumble rock and stone below;
Let blackness mask our stars;
Let Time our ageing clocks run low;
Let blight our world with scars.
I neither fear what is to come;
Nor do regret what's passed;
From you my sweetest, darling heart;
I have a love to last.
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