Daily Mail - - News - Derek Whit­ing, Stokesley, North Yorks.

I am just a hum­ble poet With words I try to write To say ‘I love you, dar­ling’, Each morn­ing, day and night. I love the sil­ver of your hair Above your eyes so blue, I love the way you hold me so It says: ‘I love you too’. I love to hear your laugh­ter To see your smil­ing face, To hold you gen­tly in my arms In such a sweet em­brace. I love you so my dar­ling Is what I have to say, Ex­cept to add that I’ll be true Each and ev­ery day. I will miss you so my dar­ling Through the long nights and the days, I hope that you will think of me When I am far away. The sun may shine upon me, Though it might as well be rain, I will hurry home, my dar­ling To be in your arms again. Your lips so sweet, I will kiss again And hold you oh so tight, And whis­per words of love, my dear, ’Til the early hours of the night. Our lonely days are over We have each other now, To have and hold and share our love So I will make a vow. I vow never to hurt you, I will be ever true, My fi­nal words my dar­ling ‘I am in love with you’.

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