My Love To You
To the top of the highest mountain, I would climb
With bare hands, if need be...
To the bottom of the deepest ocean
I would swim, to be near thee
Hotter than the hottest flame that burns…
I yearn for your touch
I love you all of these
And still...
So very much
Sweet, though the sweetest flower...
The rose doth bow her head
She knows she can't compete
And turns away in dread
The brightness ray of sunshine
Dare not behold thy crown
There is no stronger love
O'er this earth ever found
When I draw my life's last breath...
I will utter thy sweet name
Through all trials and tribulations...
I know they are not in vain
If there be a resurrection morning,
And on it, I open my wide eyes
I'll turn to face my love
Still standing by my side
By Shelia Chapman
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