There is nothing left to declare,
I showed my soul, I bore what's there,
I hurled my heart, devoted it,
Cross chambers truth of my Love writ,
I couldn't outsmart Love with wits,
Indulged its flights of fancy, flits,
The truth of Love yet still be mine,
I doubt the day it will be thine,
Lest you to Heart commit.

There is nothing left for me,
To say to you, I am not free,
For long as you've entrapped my mind,
Love is activity refined,
But to that truth you must be blind,
It'll take you an age to find,
The truth of Love yet still be mine,
I'll be the one drunk on her lavish wine,
To righteousness aligned.