I have made for you a song
    And it may be right or wrong,
But only you can tell me if it’s true.
    I have tried for to explain
    Both your pleasure and your pain,
And, Thomas, here’s my best respects to you!

    O there’ll surely come a day
    When they’ll give you all your pay,
And treat you as a Christian ought to do;
    So, until that day comes round,
    Heaven keep you safe and sound,
And, Thomas, here’s my best respects to you!

If love is blind.

Then hold your hands upon my eyes.

I am yours to lead.

If love is deceiving.

Then whisper sweet lies.

I've always been a fool.

If love is magic.

Then you are my Houdini.

Bedazzel me, my dear.

If love is a puzzel.

Then I have found the missing piece.

Only you complete me.

If love is poetry.

Then read me a poem from your heart.

I will translate it with mine.

If love is what I think it is.

Then surely this must be.

So take me by the hand sweet love.

And I will follow thee.