That I do love you darling so,
Oh, know;
That I so ache that I may take
You where I go
And stay in range of your blue eyes,
Dear, realise
And lie at every eventide
Always
By your side
We all suffer separation
Some more than others – I
A self-absorbed of long duration...
When we quarrel angels die
Good dreams wither for a while
However, from death angels fly...