Strong and True
O, how my heart for you yearns,And these tears that fall, burn.
My mangled heart has bled,
The blood from which, has all been shed.
I need you here with me,
You are my solid oak tree.
From you, I obtain my strength,
I don't know how I have been away from you, for any length.
Each time I gaze upon your face,
My shattered heart, I must encase.
Tell me what I must do,
From your words, my hope, I shall renew.
My love for you,
Strong and true.
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