I choose to love the man beside me now;
Beside me fourteen years—he’s been my peace.
He lifts my heart and mind to joy, not dour
My face when sweetly he renews our “lease.”
The print that fine was writ on license ours,
The day so long in past we pledg’d o’r love—
Did say so much (we tease in jest) that rouse
O’r obligation strong—ah, there’s the rub!
So much we do for pleasure’s sake! This life
In twain we walk, but One we are on earth,
With Heav’n above to echo this the right
Of all who share true Love’s most honor’d berth.
The world doth know my love for thee,
I would keep secret not, o’r love to see.