My Paul, I do feel good when think of you.
My heart o’rflows with joy and thankfulness.
‘Tis season to give thanks, my Sweet’. Your due
Is joy unbounded sure—full joy, not less.
This joy I wish the gods wilt ‘stow on you.
Deserve the best, ye do. The best from me
I try to give as birds of love do coo.
We two, lovebirds we are—yea, this ye see!
I honor you as best of me—the twain
Are one, ye know. And hope for lifelong peace
For us. Peace, yes, but most of joy obtain.
No strife, my dear, my Sweet’—just one long kiss!
I thank my God for gift of you to me.
My love and joy are full for you, ye see!