Except for You by Adelaide Love
Life, of its nature an uncertain thing,
Grows more precarious with each year’s end.
Tomorrow may be mine indeed to spend,
Or I may have but this one hour to sing.
Let me employ it, then, for telling of
The goodness and the beauty of my days
With you, and for recounting how your ways
With me brought peace of heart, and how your love
Has been my loaf, my cloak, my sheltering tree.
Attend my words, beloved, attend them well,
Remembering that what my lips would tell
My soul repeats, as priest their litany.
Except for you I had not known how near
To Eden one may bide, my very dear.