We carry onward yearning.
Tomorrow's light is not forlorn,
As long as this world is turning.
For maiden fair I love you so,
With passion never ceasing.
As certain as the cold winds blow,
With winter's chill increasing.
Within my heart I'll hold your warmth,
Until your arms embrace me.
And spring shall find our love in bloom,
With joy forever greening.
(© Copyright 2001 Joe O'Grady)