My Sweet’, my Paul, do help me find your heart.
How may I best from mine to thine convey
The love that wells up—n’er to be a part
Discard’ from lives that pair us firm, we say?
We “say,” and yea, we mean, for life alive
Did grow for me when in your sight I came.
Let me, then, deep within thee seek to dive
And find the center of thy love for dame.
Am I the one ye sought for long, as I
For you? Did nights of pain alone find balm
In arms of mine? I love thee fast, I sigh,
And with this voice comes hope and joy and calm.
My shelter in the storm, my dear, sweet Paul–
I give thee love and peace and rest—my all!