I'll Die Loving You Poem by Randolph Greer

When I wake in early morn,
Each time the day is new.
I thank the Lord that you were born,
As I'll die loving you.

As I sit alone and pray
And cling to love so true,
I'll hope to see you once today
As I'll die loving you.

When I see the stars at night,
I wonder if you do.
And hope they have us both in sight
As I'll die loving you.

When I take my final rest,
This day, if life is through;
I'll thank the Lord I lived so blessed
That I died loving you.