assuming what I gave would e’er be lost;
thus I commanded that my heart grow cold
so I might ne’er incur its heavy cost.
But when at last I saw her visage fair,
my chill’d convictions thaw’d to my relief;
I’m now the heart’s disciple, deep in pray’r
and thoroughly devout in my belief.
No force on earth could ever be applied
to make me, love’s apostle, leave her side.
The Monkees, ‘I’m a Believer’ (#ulink_e0308d26-d18d-5c2f-b451-c1e52cb6ebbd)
I know not where this tender love was birth’d,
though I have watch’d it through the seasons grow.
The winter broke to flow’ring o’er the earth
and passion blossom’d in the melting snow.
These summer nights still seem of heat devoid;
the darkness threatens harsh and bitter harm.
And yet, our love doth fill the endless void;
I feel no worry held within thy arms.
There is a gentle warmth in thy embrace
that brings my spirit true romantic bliss;
I’ll reach my hand t’ward thine in hope to trace
each other’s heart with holy palmer’s kiss.
In truth I vow there’s been no better time
than spent with thee, my sweetest Caroline!
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