“If I were to live my life again,
I would live through the moonlight nights,
Holding your hand as I did in the past,
Sitting with you in the dimming lights.
Holding your hand when sorrow was near,
Kissing your cheek when the children cried,
Smiling, my dear, when things went wrong,
Or, shedding a tear when the baby died.
If I were to live my life again,
I would choose you again for a wife
And, I’d worship you as I have in the past
Even though I knew of our coming strife.
Yes, if I were to live my life again,
I’d pledge it, my dear, to you
As I used to do in the long ago
When you were my sweetheart, good and true.”
Franklin Lee Stevenson
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