Classic Poem

Think of me as your friend, I pray,
— And call me by a loving name;
I will not care what others say,
— If only you remain the same.
I will not care how dark the night;
— I will not care how wild the storm;
Your love will fill my heart with light
— And shield me close and keep me warm.

Think of me as your friend, I pray,
— For else my life is little worth:
So shall your memory light my way,
— Although we meet no more on earth.
For while I know your faith secure,
— I ask no happier fate to see:
Thus to be loved by one so pure
— Is honor rich enough for me.

Think of me as your friend, I pray,
— And call me by a loving name;
I will not care what others say,
— If only you remain the same.
I will not care how dark the night;
— I will not care how wild the storm;
Your love will fill my heart with light
— And shield me close and keep me warm.

Think of me as your friend, I pray,
— For else my life is little worth:
So shall your memory light my way,
— Although we meet no more on earth.
For while I know your faith secure,
— I ask no happier fate to see:
Thus to be loved by one so pure
— Is honor rich enough for me.