Ye are so good to me, my Sweet’, my Love.
’Tis blessing greatest of my life for sure.
I do return ye love alway’, my Dove.
O’r love doth best be known alway’ a cure. . .
A cure for all that ails us e’er indeed.
A cure that joy doth give with happiness
Assured. I need thee greatly—I, weak reed.
I love your traits in time I’ve seen so oft’.
Ye traits of kindness, mind so keen, so smart.
Ye are a paragon, so hat I doff.
Ye are so solid, like a massive rock.
Thanks be the day we wed, my Sweet’, my Dear.
O’r bond, o’er years, is firm indeed, is sear.’