For Thee I Shall Be Strong
My dear, like the fragrant bloom, thou art health
and beauty to my soul, and blood to my
dry veins and starving marrow such free wealth
of life which for joy grateful eyes do cry.
Beloved, though far removed from me in years,
and distant in miles, thou art near in heart;
so, love is here and sorrow disappears,
for in spirit we're never far apart.
But though I'm exalted by your rare mind,
and find comfort in your warm words of love,
for which I treasure and so must remind
myself, that we shall always rise above.
Though I am weak, for thee I shall be strong,
my love, for we will triumph before long.
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