Softer than an infant’s cheek, gentler than a summer rain, more graceful than a woodland creek, more mystery than curving lane, your steadfast love entreats and charms, pursues my heart with winsome ways; my heart, a rosebud in your arms, blushes beauty at your gaze.

Softer than an infant’s cheek,
gentler than a summer rain,
more graceful than a woodland creek,
more mystery than curving lane,
your steadfast love entreats and charms,
pursues my heart with winsome ways;
my heart, a rosebud in your arms,
blushes beauty at your gaze.
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