To: Whoever

To-Ashley


I should be far more grateful
Lesser loves should soon know envy
But surely ours is one that is fateful
While every love will surely vary

Lesser loves should soon know envy
Ours is one of such a very few
While every love will surely vary
This is one that must be true

Ours is one of such a very few
Very uncommon are those like yourself
This is one that must be true
As the devil is beggarly by comparison himself

Very uncommon are those like yourself
Even the angels are in astonishment
As the devil is beggarly by comparison himself
While I am with you, there is nothing to lament

Even the angels are in astonishment
You should be as me, for
While I am with you, there is nothing to lament
For me, don't let your heart be sore

You should be as me, for
Only you could be meant for me
For me, don't let your heart be sore
You and I shall always be

Only you could be meant for me
Unless by forces greater than death
You and I shall always be
You give my soul it's breath

Unless by forces greater than death
Lesser loves should soon know envy
You give my soul it's breath
I should be far more grateful