For You - I Will Always Have Time
He waits, by the gate, alone
I never know quite what for,
Family ties divided,
withdrawn, perhaps forlorn.
His life is riotous,
yet his soul is gentle,
although the mind; tumultuous
his heart is sentimental.
For he loves her, he knows
a fair kind lady
who greets him with a smile
and removes all malady.
His love is friendship,
considerate and mild,
not a lovers fair,
but a genuine; thanks for being there.
He waits by the gate,
carries her bag
as she leads him into a world
of joy, avoiding the drag.
After he leaves,
he returns with a smile,
a cake for her birthday,
welcoming, free of beguile.
He is loved,
her gift for all,
but to him,
it is in no way small.
Her heart is fire,
flame, and care,
and she comes to gate,
knowing he will be there.
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