64481: Loving Henry

<p dir="ltr"> Henry, Henry, do you love me?<br> Do I love you, Mary?<br> Oh can you mean to liken me<br> To the aspen tree<br> Whose leaves do shake and vary<br> From white to green<br> And back again,<br> Shifting and contrary?<br> Henry, Henry, do you love me,<br> Do you love me truly?<br> Oh, Mary, must I say again<br> My love's a pain,<br> A torment most unruly?<br> It tosses me<br> Like a ship at sea<br> When the storm rages fully.<br> Henry, Henry, why do you love me?<br> Mary, dear, have pity!<br> I swear, of all the girls there are<br> Both near and far,<br> In country or in city,<br> There's none like you,<br> So kind, so true,<br> So wise, so brave, so pretty.</p>