I´ve liked to share this, by Sarah E. Pulver
What if my lover be dark, or fair —
I have no wish; I do not care —
If only his manly, honest face
Shows in each feature an inward grace.
What if my lover be tall, or slight —
I do not care, if only his sight
Be lifted above earth’s sordid care
To see God’s handiwork, true and fair.
What if my lover be poor, or rich —
To me it makes no difference which,
If only his heart be stanch and true,
His hand will lead me safely through.
What if my lover be famous, or no —
Fame may fade, or perchance may grow
If he comes to me, his manhood clear
From the stain of sin, I will not fear.
Somewhere he tarries and waits for me —
Sometime his face I shall surely see.
For I shall know when my king I meet.
My soul will rise and his coming greet.
source: my lover
What if my lover be dark, or fair —
I have no wish; I do not care —
If only his manly, honest face
Shows in each feature an inward grace.
What if my lover be tall, or slight —
I do not care, if only his sight
Be lifted above earth’s sordid care
To see God’s handiwork, true and fair.
What if my lover be poor, or rich —
To me it makes no difference which,
If only his heart be stanch and true,
His hand will lead me safely through.
What if my lover be famous, or no —
Fame may fade, or perchance may grow
If he comes to me, his manhood clear
From the stain of sin, I will not fear.
Somewhere he tarries and waits for me —
Sometime his face I shall surely see.
For I shall know when my king I meet.
My soul will rise and his coming greet.
source: my lover