Voices of Love-mily

When it rains scant and droll

In you all warmth I find,

When the bloom face of the sun scorns,

Your shield guards me from burns

Moonlight and sunshine,

My solace like in a palace

In you I've found it

The thought of you dwell in me more than I can fold,

You found me, kept me and love me

When thoughts of Life fails me,

Of you mars me,

My dog still hears the horn of the Hunter

Your wounds have become the sounds

That echo of healing for my morrow

My love-mily.

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