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John 3: 16

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

For thou my love whose beauty,
Does beat the fallen flower,
Whose eyes that starest into mine,
To tell me that my love tis thine.                                                                                                            

Tis only when I look at thee,
And see such passion great,
That my heart it does melt within,
For thou love I cannot wait.

Stay close unto my breast dear one,
I shall not let thee go,
For thou art precious in mine eyes,
Thy love is like the river’s flow.

And should it be that we wouldst part,
And time wouldst all stand still,
I’ll cherish thee forever more,
When close to thee I had that thrill.
But oh to thee my God I pray,
That friendship blooms forever,
No greater bond than we have now,
That nought can ever sever.

And so my sweet my special dear,
At night time twixt those silky sheets,
Where all thou love you give to me,
Tis mightier than the rushing sea.

I’ll send thee flowers but nay not I,
I’d give thee love instead,
And hold thee tight when thou was cold,
Within that chilly bed.