I love him, I love him
Those are the words I can no more deny
I love him, I love him
My soul fights them; yet my heart rejoices in them
They are the veins, lungs and living blood
of my sky;
they are the mirth of my night; merit of my poems;
and conscience to my being.

I loved him yesterday;
As the warm clouds came to greet me night and day
I love him today;
With feelings that might just be too hard to say
And I'll love him tomorrow;
Where my breath will be bathed in chilly piles of snow

Then I'll love him endlessly
As long as I breathe; and my senses are but awake
When all the other lovers are fake!
My life is for him solely to take;
and my love born for him to make.
He whose charms are real, benign and tender
He who is my destiny and truest wonder
I loved him last night, this morning, and again
Beneath the fierce stars and the deep showering rain
I loved him that day, but still I love him now;
and amongst our young, bountiful grace
just like here and now; I shall but love him forever.