To Ernest

Each breathe of wind that lingers
around my window pane,
Brings me thoughts of one I love.
and draws us close again.
When the sunset rays are falling,
when the dusk is waiting still,
I watch each creeping shadow
slowly mask the distant hill.
I love him more than life itself,
just why, I do not know;
I guess because ’twas meant I should.
God must have planned it so.
Just let me do for him, each hour,
each minute of the day;
Some little task to cast a flood
of sunshine o’er his way.
O let me share his heart aches,
whatever they may be;
Just let me love him as I would;
he means so much to me.

– 1929 (Signed as Betty Lee)

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