I have sought thee for so long,
every day and every hour,
every poem and every song,
wrought to bring our love to flower.
Is there naught for me to say,
what persuasion, what endearment,
could I now at your feet lay,
that would bring your soul’s fulfillment.
I have one thing more to give,
every breath and every heartbeat,
every moment that I live,
I would seek to make your life sweet,
Asking only in return,
that your heart for me would yearn.