Barbara Pickens - My Love

My love lives on
Against all reason,
A flower blooming
Out of season.

My love still grows
Without any hope,
Like water flowing
Up a steep slope.

My love burns bright
When the winds blow cold,
Like a cheerful fire,
As day grows old.

My love is soft,
It will give you rest,
When you lay your head
Upon my breast.

My love is true,
As a faithful friend
Will stay by your side
'Till journey's end.

Barbara Pickens

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