Immortal love, the weakest strength of human Heart caught me in the fancy fang, And like every struck ***** it sang Like the drunk soul in cupid’s lane…
‘Oh love! How perfect is thy mystic art!’
Bared chest in bitter wind it wanders With heaven’s bliss in the heart, As if the aim of life is to love And nothing more stands in its part!
‘It sings amid the pearls of glorious sorrows.’
In the sweet shadow of your grace, I love being in love with you. When on my heart you hide your face, I am Love, I say; I say true.