How Much Have You Loved Her

How much each day have you loved her?
Listen softly to the wondrous lark,
That weaves in song what is written in your heart,
Adoration she never knew.

That if, as a garden a woman could be
Glorious in color or fragrant in hue,
A delicate rose beginning anew,
Then she is the garden you see.

How much each day have you loved her? 
Watch the river reflecting the moon,
Silver and calm, soothing and clear,
The river is constant and true.

How much each day have you loved her?
Watch the beauty in the evening star,
Faithful in light, tender yet far,
Loyal to the dawning blue.