How much is it I loved you, like flowers loved the gentle rain
As soldiers loved the glory of those great battles won or gained
How can I explain God’s miracles and that which I’ve now learned
The fervor of His majesty into our hearts has been burned.
There is no other answer and to seek one would be in vain
For all we pray, we know there is not a chance we’ll meet again
I’ve promised you my darling, we shall not e’er run out of time
As long as you remember why and for whom we’ve been consigned !
Claire V. Bogdanos 