'Twill our love, once discovered, dwell deeply within,
Wilt thou promises made, never fade, nor grow dark,
Shall I keep thy sweet words gently guarded wherein,
All thy pledge of devotion, take merely to heart.
In thy longing for closeness, what do mine eyes see,
Far beyond all the vows and the covenants made,
'Mongst the fever of passion that stokes within thee,
Lies a lust simply lingering, 'neath this charade.
Hath my blindness betrayed cherished words spoken true,
Shall I trust in thy offerings, spoken this night,
Hast thou taken for granted this heart you pursue,
'Tis with caution I tread, as I ponder this plight.
Nay, I fear all is lost to the heavens above,
Lest thy words spoken true, in the throes of our love.