If I live long, grow to be old,
Contemplate the years gone by,
Then no regrets can make me cold
Or make me groan or sigh.
Others have searched for lesser things
And found fulfilment there,
Yet richer I, more powerful too
Because of the life with you I share.
You are my world, my joy is true,
I need no other bliss
Than to spend my life with you
And taste your so sweet kiss.
O clouds may come and troubles bring,
The years to come too few,
Yet still I in my heart will sing
Of the love I have for you.
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