Oh, My Lily

Oh, my love is like a lily fair
That stands up straight in stormy air;
She doesn’t bend, just sways a bit,
With laughter in her eyes, love lit.

She knows her thoughts, and tells them right;
Her independence her own light.
And yet she’s soft and warm and kind;
There’s no one higher to my mind.

Oh, my love, she waits, she waits for me,
And I’ll come flying o’er the sea
To take her hand and walk, for start;
Then bend my lily to my heart.

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