Here there aren’t tears sufficient to tell you
all the love i’ve within my coronary heart
plainly to proclaim my love before you
put with easy grace and little artwork

But i ought to try, for love ought no longer be hidden
veiled for worry of nakedness if recognised
afraid to enter silences unbidden
lest it should should pass the degree by myself

Even so, love wishes the wings of words
no truth is not transfigured by means of expression
the heart of affection, like those of captured birds
interred too long succumbs to its melancholy

Nor are words enough, for romance is more
elusive than a verbal net can preserve
making a song like a sea across my shore
dancing returned, white fold on limitless fold

All I am and have I given to you
yet love is more, and extra I can not do