Shall I say now, that at last
I've found my love so true?
It's quite unfair I think I must
Confess the loves before you.
They were quite many, lots to chose
Persistent too in their affections,
But most were fickle, easy to lose
With nary a tinge of lamentation.
And now you came and I was taken
Thought I had seen my better days!
The golden years still had me smitten
You are my last love, my love always!
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