Life’s Passion

When m last hour has c ome

and life is nearly o’er

as I  go through the mem’ries some

that I have kept in store

there  you are on every page.

 

Times that I had  hurt you

stained, wet with bitter  tears

hardest of all to view

were my own selfish fears

there upon the stage

 

And yet, there were shy smiles

sometimes a great big grin

though kept apart by miles

such joy there was within

me, I forgot my age

 

You, the fire of my years

the one for whom I longed

I thought ne’er would appear

to you my heart belongs

as passions in it rage.

 

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