Take this kiss, upon thy lips,
Thy fragile, pallid tender skin-
Delicate and fragile as porcelain,
Whilst supple thoughts are lain within--
Such eyes, behold a great treasure,
Concealed by uttered hearing-
Thoughts nor words could ever measure,
To a love, oh so endearing-
A scintillating smile,
That brightens an entire room-
Even for the longest while,
(Even in solemn grey tombs!)
Our future lies ahead,
For someday, happily husband and wife-
Our love, shall ne'er be dead,
For we lov'd evermore, even after life--
Ah, what splendid times are these!
The day we shall be fore'er married,
Under the lone Willow trees!
For my thoughts shall always carry,
My everlasting love for thee-
O my dear, my darling Joseph Shawntine,
My heart, evermore beats for thee-
O my love, 'tis just you and me,
Our love shall conquer, for all eternity.
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