I feel I should shed a tear for you,
For years of suffering and abuse.
On the eve of this springs morning dew,
My heart has been turned to thoughts of you.

I look longingly into your eyes;
Within there is much to discover,
I see the searing passion of lovers;
‘Tis a look which cannot be disguised.

Perceived by myself and no other,
Your charms, gifts, and womanly powers.
They do entreat curiosities,
And thus persuade, generosities.

How shall I endeavor to reveal,
The laboured secrets you do conceal?
With a loving heart and helping hand,
Attempt to improve circumstance.

My soul will ache until it be night,
With a thought of you within my heart,
Think not the horse before the cart,
But a love uplifted by your sight.

 With a few more words I tell no lies;
A promise now made to you despite
The short time that this has felt so right;
I will love you a little more each day,
until I die