Of but a portion
Might I have of you
Tis more than I’ll ever need

Nay

When I have all of you
Complete myself, shall I be


On my love of you :

Rampant is my love
Not one to be tethered

Patient is my love
Not one to be wayward

Garrulous is my love
Not one to be talked down

Certain is my love
Not one to be questioned

Naïve is my love
Abandoned to your hand

Yours is my love
To do with as you will