My Sweet’, I do desire to write the best
In poesy to you, my love, my Self.
Sometime’ it seems we are one soul in truth as read my mind you do, In test
Of kinship firm and strong, a marriage so made that two seem One, with naught out left.
I love ye deep’ and true with love that stands the time of test,
And all else fate doth fling toward Self.
We two are One in law of God, the test
To be one depth of love in song in clef.
I am a poet—not song be clear to me.
Will you with voice so strong sing song you see?