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When the law is passed That says I may not call you Darling, Looking in your clear bright eyes, Watching cherry lips, soft, smiling, When I may never hold you And call you Love of Life, Take your arm in mine, Share as man and wife, Hold open portal for you, Shelter you with care, Pick flowers for you, Do, and dare, Then I will treat you as an equal, Slap your back, twist your arm, chuck your cheeks, ignore your charm, See not your soft round form, Touch not your warm glow skin, Taste not your love for me, Hear not your sighing. But, until you smooth a stubble chin, Wear blue denim in place of lace, Dig for coal, sweep the road, Protect this Kingdom with your mace, Until your muscles bulge like mine, Until you drink down hops, not wine, Until you curse a message crude, Until your natural sweetness Becomes a bitter pill. Until your children become no children, will I still care for you, A man. a woman, Different in our different ways, Forever friends in Lifes cruel maze? Of course! For you to me will ever be She, And I for thee, forever, He. |