Return, Dearest Love This Our Promised Hope
Return, Dearest Love This Our Promised Hope
Dearest wife, I dare not cry,
For happiness for me,
Nor in my sorrow now see
A truer image of thee;
Yet my sad heart seeks
Love returned and true
May we reach high peaks
Of joyous blessings due.
Dearest wife, I dare not ask,
For more than thy true love,
Nor in future life's hard task
Not beg hope from God above;
Great hope for we two
Lives full of sweet joy,
Our hearts joining true
All, given for our boy.
O' my darling, hold this time,
hearing first romance's call,
With truth and grace so sublime
we shall win over, not fall;
Stay course, with our bliss
sheltered safe from storms
Fear not, things amiss
Love defeats such alarms.
Dearest wife, I dare not cry,
For happiness for me,
Nor in my sorrow now see
A truer image of thee;
Yet my sad heart seeks
Love returned and true
May we reach high peaks
Of joyous blessings due.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-24-2017
Syllables Per Line:
7 6 7 7 5 5 5 6 0 7 6 7 7 5 5 5 6 0 7 6 7 7 5 5 5 6 0 7 6 7 7 5 5 5 6
Total # Syllables: 192
Total # Words: 160
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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