Dearest, do not be offended
by my crooked little rhymes;
hence, my mind has recommended
I jot down the fol'wing lines.
Here, the purpose of my journey
art, and pastime, that is true
but a third I'm quickly learning
to express my thoughts to you.
Sometimes it is trying, dear,
you know by now, to talk to you.
I say what I think and feel here,
when mere idle talk won't do.
I know you don't understand it,
dear, I don't expect you to.
Only know this, that He planned it
all, so I'll always love you.
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