His Country Girl - Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Sweet country girl, I now unfurl
the love I hold for thee,
and how I find pure peace of mind
when you give your heart to me.
We are as one, and we are young
dear maid in jeans of blue...
I love you well, in love I fell
with pretty graceful you.
As months go by, I wonder why
God sent you to my side;
a rare gem-stone to call my own
my future country bride.
When village church bells chime
I shall know that you are mine.
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