I see you standing on the hill
Across the field of green.
Your loveliness attracts my gaze
And blocks out everything.
The lovely flowers growing wild
Cannot hope to compare
To all the loveliness that’s found
When you are standing there.
I hope that you will see me when
I’m watching you someday,
And that we’ll get to meet before
Your image fades away.
April 12, 1981
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