Although I know no sweeter face
That I might gaze upon,
I call this love for you God's grace,
Like sunshine that has shone.
Although I know we must grow old,
I choose my life to share.
You are my silver and my gold,
You are my lady fair.
Although I know no perfect love,
My sweetheart you will stay.
By faith, to love, more than enough,
Forever and a day.
Denis Martindale June 2020.
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