or darling buds of may.
My love is not a sweet, sweet song,
or a tempting summer's day.
My love is not a silly, silly girl,
with whom you toy and play.
My love is not a finite object
that will simply fade away.
My love is like the oceans deep,
passionate and never ending as the sea.
My love is like the river's flowing,
faithful and everlasting my love shall be.
By: Marisa
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