To my Opal
Whatever you did, whatever I did,
I love you.
Whatever is open, whatever is hid,
I love you.
The strength of the oak makes the tempest a mock.
The anchor holds firm in the hurricane's shock.
Our love is the anchor, the oak and the rock.
I love you.
Whatever I thought, whatever you thought.
I love you.
The mood and the passion that made it are naught.
I love you.
For worlds, thoughts and deed tho' they rankle and
will nver delude us or hold us apart,
No matter what happens you know in your heart
I love you.