And, even if I took a break
From old, established ways,
I’m in no doubt that I’d still take
The time to sing your praise.

I’d shout your name from mountain tops
And roar it on the shore
With such a force as never stops
But lasts for evermore.

For you are like the very breath
That gives to me new life;
You’re proof against both fear and death –
My lover, muse and wife.

And, even on a day like this,
I’d want for nothing but your kiss.

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