My Paul, unique, the one for me fore’er—
I love you dear, n’er doubt, n’er fret, just love,
For I cannot abide to think, “don’t care”—
From you this cause’ my fears, my doubts, to rove
Uncheck’d about a sad lit’le world of mine.
You know I feel too insecure sometime’;
I need your love, your kiss, your hug, your sign
That love me true, you do—I plead in rhyme.
We must retire to Italy, my dear,
Where sunny clime and peace descend all ‘round.
Let balm of love our souls togeth’ do sear
So One we are in truth and shout in sound.
Know well: My choice is you, my dear, my Sweet;
N’er other match for you I sure n’er meet.