When all world play'd foul with me
And folks of my own forsook my hand
In those moments of utter despair
My love had been my strength
When I turned up ecstatic, having done a new verse
Found no one on earth to applaud for me
In those moments of disappointment
My love was there to stand by me
When I saw people making love to each other
Thought how blessed everyone's, but me
I found her in my arms the moment I so thought
Her lips on my own, making love to me
Never do I want to wake up, if it's dream
Never could I endure it being untrue
Or let me flee to the domain of angels, where
Every dream of yours is made true
My life's but the pillar of hopes
Made up of stones of the moments aforediscrib'd
If those moments be refused to me
What cause shall I have to abide the life
The moment I weep she weeps with me
Her bliss in my joy does rise and grow
Why on earth should I not sustain
Sweetest, those moments of love!
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