Each day thou dost reveal with gentle art
That love resides not only in sweet speech,
But in the quiet chambers of the heart,
In tender glances none but souls may reach.
For when thine eyes upon my visage rest,
Their softened light doth warm my spirit through,
And in thy presence am I richly blessed,
As winter fields revived by morning dew.
Again, again, thou show’st what love may be,
How deep mine own affection for thee grows;
Each passing hour makes clearer unto me
The sacred root from which devotion flows.
And by the care with which thou holdest me,
The peace thou bring’st when storms within me rise,
The faithful choice thou makest constantly,
I see mine own love mirrored in thine eyes.
Though joyful memories should fade with years,
And time should steal what once was bright and fair,
I need but close mine eyes, and thou appears,
And all my happiness shall still be there.
For loving thee hath grown so dear, so true,
It is the very life I breathe in you.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 8:01 AM UTC
Each day thou dost reveal with gentle art
That love resides not only in sweet speech,
But in the quiet chambers of the heart,
In tender glances none but souls may reach.
For when thine eyes upon my visage rest,
Their softened light doth warm my spirit through,
And in thy presence am I richly blessed,
As winter fields revived by morning dew.
Again, again, thou show’st what love may be,
How deep mine own affection for thee grows;
Each passing hour makes clearer unto me
The sacred root from which devotion flows.
And by the care with which thou holdest me,
The peace thou bring’st when storms within me rise,
The faithful choice thou makest constantly,
I see mine own love mirrored in thine eyes.
Though joyful memories should fade with years,
And time should steal what once was bright and fair,
I need but close mine eyes, and thou appears,
And all my happiness shall still be there.
For loving thee hath grown so dear, so true,
It is the very life I breathe in you.