London 1904

Saturday, 9 June 2007

16. 1912 Loves Music

Loves Music
Love upon the harp of life
Plays its music pure and sweet
As down the aisles of time
Go the merry dancing feet
While we dream of blissful days
In the future years to come
With our hearts rejoicing in
Thoughts of love eternity
Longs of love and Happiness
Everyday we seem to hear
And to realms of paradise
We are always seeming near
As the selfishness of life
Disappears and flies away
The love of sacrifice that
Come to noble hearts to stay

F.A.I.




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