If I would ask these things of thee
Wouldst thou compose sweet poetry
And carve our hearts in symmetry
Upon a cherry blossom tree

Wouldst thou accept on bended knee
A vow to love but only thee
And sacrifice thy liberty
In service and in sanctity

Wouldst thou endure the changing sea
To chart a course that none foresee
To drift to see what e'er we see
Beyond forgotten shore and lea

If thou wouldst do these things for me
Our hearts would bloom in sympathy
And love, my love, I'd ever be
Thy love who scribes thy poetry