It’s not too much to hope for more,
When God’s love is unending.
I’ll go in strength what e’er the chore
Though chocolate still be pending.
My love, I’ve sought to love you true.
I’ve given without taking.
Alas! My soul grows dim to you,
Unless there’s chocolate baking.
I swear with tears! No oath I void!
My agony you’re sowing!
My battered heart you’ve cruelly toyed!
No chocolate. So I’m going.
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