Words may only become scared when arranged together
to form gentle expressions from the tongue of a lover.
I would gladly give up my sight if only to be guided
by your lovely, graceful voice, which could better show me where the light is,
by far the plain superior of my ever-faulty eyes
which look upon the world with speculation leading to demise.
There is an accepting simplicity in the warmth which you display;
never avoiding anything, from joy to unbearable dismay.
All your words are sacred, for you are the one whom I admire;
it seems the dirt which lies beneath your feet becomes a flowery briar.
Perhaps it is a partial blindness which creates this holiness,
but the only one I'd call my lord is the one whose lips I softly kiss.
As for me, the only words I speak which have much merit or worth
are the ones which celebrate the union of Heaven and of Earth;
this union I have solely found within your steady tone,
a clear and resonant lullaby, a virtue belonging to you alone.

Has this world ever seen a lovelier example of perfection?
What joy exists to equal the harmony of love's finest connection?
To cherish you within my heart has been my greatest gift,
and if I am questioned of my love I surely will admit;
if you find my love abhorrent, I will gladly go away,
for it would be my most dreadful agony to trouble you another day.
But if you feel as I feel for you, or even a tenth as much,
I would be ever delighted to call you my dearest friend in love.