I love you not after the style
Of Rupert Brooke or Poe
Who savor the pain of forsaken loves
That pretty and youthful shine then go
Into night and corruption
Leaving a rosy afterglow
Consumed by a dream
Of what may have been - No
I'll love you in the summer days
Of endless company
And feel your loving hand in mine
As you walk close to me
No matter where the road may turn
No matter if the wind blow cold
Still love within our hearts will burn
Still your loving hand I'll hold
Still the ancient promise true
That you love me and I love you
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