My Paul, my Dear, I love thee well indeed.
Ye know this well indeed also, my Sweet’.
Let’s make o’r life a-blossom, things to lead
Us into happiness so full and deep.
I n’er do tire of telling you my love.
I find great joy in telling of my love.
Ye be a pleasure alway’, sure, my Dove.
I find o’r time so like to Heaven above.
Let’s keep o’r love so fresh and sweet, and kind,
That we alway’ have blessing in its wake.
I say to ye in verse, this verse, of rhyme.
For permanence in life with ye, love’s sake.
I love thee good and full and pure.
For love like this, my Sweet’, there be no cure!