You'll love me yet!--and I can tarry
Your love's protracted growing;
June rear'd that bunch of flowers you carry
From seeds of April's sowing.

I plant a heartful now: some seed
At least is sure to strike,
And yield--what you'll not pluck indeed,
Not love, but, may be, like.

You'll look at least on love's remains,
A grave's one violet:
Your look?--that pays a thousand pains.
What's death? You'll love me yet!

What can I say to the one who owns my heart,
my body, my very soul?
What can I say to the one that I
could never imagine life without?

What can I say to the one who
has been there for me all along,
The one who encouraged me go on
when I was so ready to give up?

What can I say to the one who
understands me more than I understand myself,
who shares my every pain?
What can I say to this man I adore?

When I am in your arms,
feeling the warmth of your body next to mine,
I find no words, only the beating of two hearts in love.
Two hearts joined together forever..I love you.