My Sweet’, I do so much want happiness
For you! I want to say, “I will make you
Serene and happy,” but to say make less
O’r love, for happiness is All if true.
We two do share a gift for smoothing way
Of each in path of life as One we go.
My word must be so soft and sweet, I say,
The word of cheer that n’er would make for row.
It is so easy, my belov’d, to care
For path you take in life by me in stride.
O’r love, though not unique, must sure’ be rare
For n’er is hint of loss or word that lied.
My Paul, do keep o’r love in heart of yours
That One we be—not two—to ease through doors.