"Contentment"

Like water rushing down a hill
Laughing, singing on its way
Like sunlight over windowsill
Heralding dawning of the day

Our love sprang quickly into life
Growing stronger as we went
And since you said you'd be my wife
Evermore I'll be content.

Author: Robert Byers
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