I soaked myself daily
In the fragrance from the garden
Waiting his gentle latter rains
On or vows to shower
Our pure and spotless lily
Its flowers to nourish
So that at the time of picking and pecking
More than a hand full of smiles
Will us cover and bind
Along the short lived painful journey
After I say I do, I love you
Before the pleasures forevermore
You alone and all that I’ll do with you
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