As the Hour Grows Late
As the hour grows late
And so dims the beauteous sparkle in your eyes,
So burns my yen to ruminate.
To ponder 'til I realise
How much your life has meant to me,
That you were there right from the start,
How no one else could ever be
This special corner of my heart.
As the hour grows late
And so dims the beauteous sparkle in your eyes,
I shrink in fear, come to hate
The prospect of our last goodbyes
And cannot ever vent or know
With prayers or words, smiles or tears,
How very much I loved you so,
Sweet keeper of my golden years.
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