My Love Is

My love is constant as the clouds That flit across the sky. In sleep I call her name aloud Though when awake I am too proud To let her hear me cry. My love is constant as the clouds Her fertile valleys I have ploughed And over them I fly. In sleep I call her name aloud Does her affection wear a shroud? If so she won’t say why. My love is constant as the clouds She picked me from the madding crowd, It’s her rules that apply. In sleep I call her name aloud With such sincerity avowed Am I to be denied? My love is constant as the clouds In sleep I call her name aloud