My True Love
I stood below a tropic moon
Surveyed the silent mass of gloom
That spread its cloak upon the sea
And touched my heart in mystery.
I heard the gentle rustling cane
That leaned upon the wind and rain
And whispered
Ancient tales of love
Of alien idols men adore
Beyond the dim lit Mountain’s side
I heard the swishing eventide
Reside once more from which it came
The gentle swishing spoke your name
How sweet I thought to be alone
And lose your soul to natures tone
So full of shades and shadows too
That seem to move and speak to you.
They speak, ah yes, I hear them say
Tomorrow Lew is another day
You need not fear or doubt it so
We are the wiser, we should know
Ah love I found my heart still
sings
Of all the joy your sweet love
brings
Lost in the night I thought with
love
And found your smiling face above.
Then if alone, perchance I say
The only thought it would convey
That I have gone to search the
night
In quest of a hidden lovely sight.
And from the night once more unveil
From the rustling cane on the
moon-lit trail
An image face from the bitter
strife
Of my sovereign love, my lovely
wife.
March 8, 1945
Marianas
WRITTEN BY: LEWIS B. DAVENPORT
IN HIS LOVING MEMORY
N E X T
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