I beg of you, darling
Do not fret,
I shall wait for your return.
I promise to busy myself painting landscapes,
Or butterflies, or perhaps the seashore
Where last we played and loved.
I'll write sonnets for hours on end,
That tell the beauty of you and I.
I'll write love songs rhymed just for you,
For the whole world to sing.
So my love if you must leave me,
Just remember while you are away,
That my love grows with each dawning,
That my love is here to stay.
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
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