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Here to the End of Time

For by All my Thoughts Thou Hast Given Cause
To Share this Love and make it Lasting;
Yet,
In Words Alone I cannot Tell Thee;
In Gentle Touch that Brings Heaven down to Earth
I Cannot Show Thee;
In Songs of Praise that do Exalt Thy every Grace
I Cannot Sing this Love;
In Passions Great and Kindnesses small that Topple
All the Kingdoms of the Earth
I Could not Show Thee;
For if This Love Could be Spoken,
It would Speak for Eternity.
If this Love could Touch Thee, Bringing any sense of Joy or Pleasure,
My Hands would never leave Thee.
And if this Love could Sing its Beauty, Like Larks that Brighten the Jubilant Morn,
There would be such a Crescendo of Sound that would be Heard
From Here to the End of Time.

~Morgan~
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