you,
for me is like hue,
of all the world,
i know so few.

you,
for me is like dew,
frozen in the winter,
always as new.

you,
as a ship in the blue,
sailing through,
as the sailors pursue

you,
for which i argue,
even to death,
if he conjure.

you,
i knew so few,
still for me its you,
i always knew.

always you.