What  will you say when
You  know, my  love? Will you
Frown  with dread at this
Card thrown  by Fate? I hope

Your  eyes will smile and your
Face light up with happiness,
But am  afraid it will be
Otherwise, that you think the

Time  ahead hard and come too
Soon.  Yet now, my  love, today
It is too late to compromise,
For  the tune already

Plays of its own accord outwith
Your  power to halt it. I beg the
Once  you know, my  love, you
Will be glad.
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