Were you not that primrose light
That followed me every morn
And lit my path among the rocks
That spanned from shore to shore
I might have forgotten, darling
Your lithe and lilting form
What curves of cheek and ankle
Threads of perfume through a storm
But even now you are before me
And the promise within your eye
Carries me from ship to harbor
While the rocks lie far behind
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This is so beautiful
Thank you 🙂