Smith, Effie Waller
|SONGS OF THE MONTHS.|
|TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES. -- AUTUMN, 1895.|
I loved you, dear, when first we met,
Almost a year ago.
I loved you then, I love you yet,
But why I do not know.
We met, we parted, that was all,
On a sunny, pleasant day,
When the leaves were stripped last Fall,
Of all their colors gay.
We met as only strangers do,
With simple courtesy;
I showed no signs that I loved you,
You none that you loved me.
And yet I love you, I confess
I love you, dear, and well,
With such a love I can't express,
Nor half begin to tell.
Some say that love if cherished not
Will fade away and die.
Ah, one we love can't be forgot,
True love can never die.