Recalling thee, my fear by love is met.
To know I have thy love doth set me free,
Forsooth, I have been snar’d in thy quick net.
On cloud nine we lovers shall convene,
Within that heav’nly place we’ll make our nest.
Without thy love I’d wither, bleak and lean,
If thou would claim mine heart, I’ll not protest.
Love, like a tracking beam, doth hold its sway,
Love lands, with eagle’s claws, upon the heart,
Love, like a sword, one’s heart can slay,
Love is the canvas, passion is the art.
Allow joy to surround me, most severe,
The soul is strong when lovers are sincere.