Should I but love thee?
Each soulful tender kiss
My soul shall feel thee near
Even in death I feel thee
Shall each moon bring sweet Apricot lips, to mine?
I feel the presence with you , my darling Ruth
The shadows follow in fractured time elements
Yesterday memories fill my heart
Thine shall be my princess
I will be thy prince
I shall miss thee till my death
My time will seek your spirit
Dance today with me, in the tea garden
I shall await your love
Know I shall be the one , my only love
The Red Rose for your hand
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