Saint Eule

(10/30/1955 / Shamokin, Pa)

For Thee


I would go to end of the world, for thee
Would give my last farthing, for thee
Go through time and see it unfold, for thee
To place my honor and passion aside, for thee
End my life and put away my pride, for thee
Of all I am to a great debt owed, for thee
The love shared and bestowed, for thee
World of marriage do again my wife.
For thee.

Submitted: Saturday, October 30, 2010
Edited: Saturday, May 21, 2011

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  • Louis Rams (11/7/2010 6:34:00 PM)

    for family and wife we'd give our life.
    and for our inner soul she learns how to control.

    so for THEE i give all that i am, for you are my wife, my family, my friend,
    and i'll be with you til the end. (Report) Reply

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